Last week we traveled to Yosemite National Park to shoot work for my planned book on the National Parks.
What do you think of when you think of Yosemite? Soaring granite cliffs and spectacular water falls? Here you go. A waterfall on the Tuolumne River where it passes between its granite banks.
It wasn’t the most successful trip. We got a wickedly bad cold and felt miserable the whole time. Not much success with the photography. Came home early and spent a couple days doing nothing. We’ll probably go back in the spring and try again.
But if you’re into landscapes, here’s a pretty good image. I shot this at Lukens Lake as the model was working her way around to the other side. Unfortunately by the time she got there, the sun had risen high enough that the reflections were gone.
Remember the Photo Independent fair is this coming weekend in LA. Hope to see you there.
Enough with the Zine Fests. I’m doing a real art show. Photo Independent 2018 in Los Angeles. October 5-7, 2018 at The Reef in downtown LA.
I didn’t think LA had a downtown, but I was there a couple of years ago and it’s small but downtownish.
Billed as the the art fair for photographers to bypass the galleries. Sounds like a good idea.
I have a 4′ x 8′ booth. Not that much space, but it will allow me to control my own space and display and sell whatever I want.
Here’s the draft hanging plan. That’s Shaly and Zeras of Portrait of America on the end walls and a collection of 10 other prints selected from Torso, Legs, Line, Dune, and Marble on the main wall.
No gallery commission, so prices are cheap. They normally take half of the retail price. Better come early, it will probably all sell in minutes and then I’ll have to hang replacement prints.
(Two weeks in a row, blog published on schedule. Shocking!)
A couple of weeks ago a wise man told me “Nothing happens if you stay at home.”. That’s the rationale for spending money to prepare for and mount shows and go out and deal with the public.
We went to the Bay Area Anarchists Book Fair yesterday. Sometimes, nothing much happens when you go out either. Here are my gross earnings for the day.
It was late in the afternoon (There’s nothing like a whole morning of absolutely no interest to sap your ego.) and finally a young woman spent a while studying the postcards. There were a few she liked, but she was trying to narrow it down to one. I suggested she could get more than one, but apparently that wasn’t going to happen. She asked if I had any postcards that were more explicit like the books, because she would have preferred that, but I had to tell her that the postcard printer had rules. In the end she picked the Legs postcard and counted out the change shown above.
I felt bad. Did I take her last $2.00? It sure felt like it. I gave her a second postcard, probably should have given her more.
I should send her a print of this Legs image.