My photography gallery opening is this evening. I am proud. Maybe it is the fact that it is my hometown or just a small recognition of something I have considered my art. My mother kept a beautiful scrapbook that has meant so much to me over the years. Recently I put together a bound photo book for my family and it documented many memories. Never underestimate their value.
It has not been that long ago that photography became art. The museum that I worked at in Palm Beach actually had a photography curator and a worthwhile gallery of just photography. Whenever I visit a museum I will make an effort to see the photography gallery.
Documenting my trips is something I make an effort to do and will take the opportunity to take myself to interesting places. However many of my best photographs have come about through sheer luck; being in the right place at the right time. As photographers say “f8 and be there.”
I mentioned my first good camera was a Polaroid (Automatic 100). Maybe partly so I could take photos of myself and not have to send out the film to be processed and printed. Selfies. For the obvious reasons, it has always been noted that when a group photo was needed, likely the only person in the room that knew how to work the camera’s self-timer was the person that cross dressed. A proficiency we learned early.
After getting a good 35mm camera, I learned the value of having a dark room, processing your own film and making my own prints.
So wish me well for tonight’s opening. Again, if anyone is interested I have a catalog of the show available. Just e-mail me through the comment box and I will send along the PDF. I hope to have opening night photos available next week.
Red Sky in the Morning