This weekend officially marks the end of another year of photography. I moved my 36,000 images shot last year to the archives and made room for the 2012′s. But I absolutely love exploring the past 12 months and sharing some of the images that I really liked, but didn’t manage to share at the time. So, here is the product of a quick glance at some of my favorite images from 2011 that you never saw. Thanks for visiting!
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I loved this stitched image of midtown New York so much I decided to remix it.
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In moments of self-awareness, I can acknowledge that one of the reasons why I gravitated so strongly to photography is that I love to remember. In moments of self-honesty, however, I can also admit that not all of my remembering is good for me. I can’t remember (har har) what set this train of thought into motion last fall, but I have been thinking about this in the context of lots of things going on in my life since then. Lots of questions come up. When do I transition from fondly reminiscing about the past to mentally setting up house in it? When does trying to reference a lesson learned transition into reliving and wallowing in a negative experience? How often is history rewritten in my head? Does it all keep me from moving forward? And, of course…why? I made a list of what comes up for me when I think about the past. Ideas about myself, my childhood, my relationships. There are plenty of dark spaces in those thoughts. However, this series is meant to depict associations that are mostly joyful for me, although I have both positive and negative associations with them all. I’m hopeful that this exercise might provide a segue into examining the shadowy corners.
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love love love the mouthpiece. i have, to this day, never heard you play. but i love that you love to remember, as i do too. and i’ve asked myself similar questions. it’s hard for me to know where that line is between remembering and regressing, and i find that on any given day, the same memory might affect me completely differently. sometimes that memory is easy, just factual history, while other days it’s heavy with emotion. i think my emotional response to a memory, especially one that isn’t consistently light and fun, largely reflects what else is going on in my life, and the danger for me is when i let my current thoughts/situation influence my perception of the so-called reality of the memory. suddenly i fail to see all the shadows, and focus only on that tiny glint of sun that at the time didn’t offer any light, warmth, or life. but in my altered perception, i’ve glorified it.
without our memory, our lives lose meaning. so even though remembering can sometimes keep us in a rut, i’d rather wallow in a memory than have nothing in my memory at all. and one thing is certain – everything changes, so the wallowing simply cannot be interminable.
i think you’re very self-aware. and very vunderwool.
LOVE this series. LOVE.
I have done a lot of prints for clients over the past couple years, but it has been about that long since I bought a print to hang on my walls. This week, I received a big one. On a canvas that is 30″ wide and 45″ tall (the image below shows the print sitting in my office chair). A picture of a picture can’t ever do justice, but the original image can be seen in a recent post on my trip to Zermatt. And it came from a compact camera: the Panasonic GF-1. You may have seen or heard me raving about this camera before. I do love it. I can take it just about anywhere without needing a neck massage at the end of the day, its low light capability is amazing for a camera of its size (thanks to a very large sensor and a super fast lens), the images I got are nearly as good as what my DSLR could produce, and it has a great feel. But a very important final test for me was how it stood up to large printing. I couldn’t be more pleased.
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#1 FAN!