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September 24, 20148 CommentsMusingsBy employing the world's most circuitous path, this article predicts the impending return of a vibrant and burgeoning film camera market. Crazy? Or crazy like a fox?
By employing the world's most circuitous path, this article predicts the impending return of a vibrant and burgeoning film camera market. Crazy? Or crazy like a fox?
You'd think, after a decade-and-a-half of widespread moaning, bragging, posturing, marketing and pontificating, that every conceivable angle of the film vs digital debate would have been covered ad nauseam by ten thousand bloggers and a hundred thousand forum participants. So how is it I managed to uncover a heretofore un-debated cranny?
Everyone redesigns their website now and then. But only ULTRAsomething would use such a mundane task as justification for an observational post on the state of humanity.
Which of these two is more ridiculous: "Film Photography Day" or "National Biplane Lady Day?" In this article I present the arguments. You make the decision.
I've often said that photography's closest art form is not painting, but poetry. So perhaps it's not surprising that I've uncovered yet another link between photography and language.
What I see when I see what I saw is not the same fiction as most others divulge.
I can no longer deny my propensity for "fractured photography." Now I just need to figure out what, exactly, that means.
If two wrongs don't make a right, then how many wrongs does it take? At last, the answer is revealed!
Unsurprisingly (and like most photographers), my Holiday wish list is once again filled with all manner of photo-related paraphernalia. The surprising part lies in my definition of what constitutes "photo-related paraphernalia."
My readers are well-aware of how stubbornly I hold onto certain photographic convictions — particularly my belief that photos are best-enjoyed printed. In a time when many photographers have never seen even a single one of their photos in print (much less a collection of prints), it's a delight to come across a world in which photographers still practice the fine craft of distributing photographs the "old fashioned" way — via small, independent magazines. This article discusses one such magazine, Littlefields, and how it gives me hope that photography's future need not resemble its present.
What's a busy fellow to do? Faced with a backlog of photo-related correspondences to write plus another blog article to develop, I had but one choice: Multitask!
There are two types of street photographers — those who choose the label, and those whom the label chooses. Which are you? Which am I? And why?