Homage to Brett Weston

Homage to Brett Weston
Originally uploaded by killy

I don't know what happened, but a good portion of my post was chopped off. All (most of) my comments about the Chen Changfen exhibit are not included in the post ...i dunno why. Suffice to say, the inkjets didn't do anything for me.

Today carol and i woke up spectacularly late. We drank tequila together the night before - something that i swear i'll never do again. Tequila, never again. Never.

Then, it was raining; a really thick, heavy rain that came down like shards of glass. I could hear it smashing into the pavement and like electricity it buzzed it's way into my brain amplifying my already spectacularly difficult to handle headache.

Carol made breakfast and i took two excedrin. I couldn't eat. It was only a matter of time, though, before the excedrin would kick in. 45 minutes, i thought to myself. Twenty minutes into it, my head was on the table and i had fallen into a dream. Carol forced me back to the bed. Only twenty minutes left Carol, i swear. I'll only be down for twenty minutes...

... and so i was. 25 minutes later, headache a thing of the past, i was in the shower getting ready for our pre-planned trip to the museum. Carol prepped a picnic and stuffed it in my backpack.
dstely black. Very nice. Another, higher key print, was of a large mist with the wall emerging from either side of it. This pic isn't the exact one, but it's a nice print There were a couple of prints that i could have sworn were over-burned.

It was lucky that i had seen the Chen exhibit first cause i prolly wouldn't have seen much in them otherwise. The Weston prints were beautiful to look at. I walked through the exhibit three times and each time, i had to stop and stare at a new print.

I loved printing BW photographs, i loved processing BW negatives, and i loved exposing BW film. With each print i passed, i remembered a moment of my own - printing the portrait of Holly and her dancer, printing the wasp on the antenae, and on and on ...