Flower Moon May 2019
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"Love is all you need."
**Ocotillo and Outhouses**
I was driving back from Santa Elena Canyon on Maverick Road. It was about 2 O’clock in the morning. At the very end of the road sat these outhouses. To make the image I set up two large light boxes. With flash photography, I use a light meter to determine F/Stop. It works like this. Say one pop of the strobe is F/2.8. Well then 2 pops is F/4, 4 pops is F/5.6 and so on. I was wanting a lot of depth of field so I needed to pop the strobe 32 times to build up enough light on the negative. It was a pitch black night, and I could not resist watching the pops. When I stopped all I could see for the next half hour was Ocotillo and Outhouses. The image was burned on my retinas, and I could barely take down the equipment, walking around in circles like a stunned bug. Emotionally, I was feeling lonely. I had been in the park by myself for a few days, and though most of the time I am ok with that, sometimes, it would slap me sad. I wanted to make an image to express that feeling.
**Ocotillo and Outhouses**
I was driving back from Santa Elena Canyon on Maverick Road. It was about 2 O’clock in the morning. At the very end of the road sat these outhouses. To make the image I set up two large light boxes. With flash photography, I use a light meter to determine F/Stop. It works like this. Say one pop of the strobe is F/2.8. Well then 2 pops is F/4, 4 pops is F/5.6 and so on. I was wanting a lot of depth of field so I needed to pop the strobe 32 times to build up enough light on the negative. It was a pitch black night, and I could not resist watching the pops. When I stopped all I could see for the next half hour was Ocotillo and Outhouses. The image was burned on my retinas, and I could barely take down the equipment, walking around in circles like a stunned bug. Emotionally, I was feeling lonely. I had been in the park by myself for a few days, and though most of the time I am ok with that, sometimes, it would slap me sad. I wanted to make an image to expres
s that feeling.
**Sarah Foltz Fine Art**
I was invited to show some work in a group show called Texas Aesthetic at Sarah Foltz Fine Art in Houston. The work is up till the end of June. Please stop by. The gallery is located at 2143 Westheimer. The gallery phone number is 713-521-75 hundred.
**My American Dream**
Let me preface this writing with I am not trying to make a political statement. What I know about politics you could fit in a thimble. I have mentioned before, how I dreamed of being a machinist when I was a young man, then discovered a camera and changed my life forever. That privilege, in part, is because I already hit the life lottery of skin pigment and being born in the USA. I love this country because it allowed me to pursue my dreams and didn’t punish me the years I struggled to make ends meet. In America I was encouraged to grow and develop freely into the kind of work and life I wanted. I am proof that the American Dream exists. Money was never the goal, but the reward to continue. A well earned bowl of beans taste just as good as a well earned Filet. I feel fortunate to have grown up with Bob Dylan, Jackson Browne, The Beatles, Muhammed Ali, The Kennedy’s, and Martin Luther King, to name a few. There was as much controversial things going on then as is there is today, but there was more tolerance in disagreement. There was also a number of high profile people prophesying that peace and love was the answer. No one is doing that at this time.
Thank you all for the love and support you have given me over the years. Your purchases have kept my goals possible. Happy Full Moon. Get Outside.