PATTERNS AND TONES

"Destination: Bridgeport No. 1" 2018 It was a few days after the 4th of July when we rolled into the town old mining town of Bridgeport. I sometimes forget that these dusty foothill towns exist and it was delightful to spend a few nights in this historic corner of California. Walking around after dinner, I couldn't help but capture the recent trappings of Independence Day. American flags waived from every building, pole and car. With the Victorian backdrop, time really did stand still. The prominent 1880 Mono County courthouse on Main Street is the 2nd oldest courthouse still operating in California. It would have looked right at home in San Francisco with its Italianate facade and large 23,000 square footprint sitting up on Nob Hill. I also visited the local community church and jail to round out my tour of this Eastern Sierra town. Julie Green March 9, 2019 "Destination: Bridgeport No. 2" 2018 "Destination: Bridgeport No. 3" 201...

"Destination: Point Reyes No. 1" 2018 Making not taking photographs is important to me. I want to add to the lexicon of imagery, not take something away from it. While traveling last year, I focused on crafting a narrative that would encapsulate the feeling of each place I visited in five images. Like portraiture, landscapes evoke emotions we immediately interpret from our own personal experiences. Those interpretations lead us to read images differently whether they are faces or places. For example in  Destination: Palm Springs , for me the images I made of the desert, with its sandy floor decorated in brittle vegetation and bathed in hard light, conjures feelings of anticipation and vigilance. I want you to experience the powerful wind whipping sand across your face and the dry heat beating down on you. In todays body of work shot at  Point Reyes National Seashore , when I look at these images I feel a sense of trust and contentment. They are quite images that al...

"Destination: Palm Springs No. 1, Part 2" 2018 Continuing my presentation of location shots in the desert of Palm Springs, this set of images was taken just north of San Jacinto Cove. On my second visit to this striking desert town last year, I decided to pull off the first road leading straight into the hillside. I pulled over into the sand and got out. The wind immediately swung my door open with such a forceful blast, I thought the door would tear right off. I didn't realize how windy it was outside. I mistakenly opened my automatic hatch in the back of my car to get my cameras out. Trying desperately to close it again, the intense gusts of wind ended up breaking my automatic lock. I was finally able to shut the hatch manually and quickly jumped back inside my car to load my film. It was a bit harrowing but thrilling at the same time. The desert was alive, the wind was howling and my sudden awareness that snakes could be afoot added to my trepidation. The cre...