Sunday, November 9, 2014

The B&W Collection

My participation this week in a national B&W photo shoot-off on Facebook, sort of a chain letter for photographers, has reawakened my old love of B&W photography, which got buried by the advent of digital equipment and the loss of my old Omega enlarger during a move back in the 1980s.

My grandfather, Carroll “Zach” Zachrisson, a commercial photographer in Boston for his lifetime, got me into the darkroom at a tender age (like 12?), and hooked me on the smell of fixer and the absolute imperative of achieving a true black in every print. Like many old-school photographers, Grampa never really liked color, which he said was a distraction that could fool people into liking poor pictures just because of the reds and greens.

Photography, Zach taught me, was about form and line, texture and composition. Any idiot can take a pleasing color photo, but strip away the distractions to see the photographer’s eye and art. Digital photography—and now “smart” (ha!) phones, Instagram and Facebook—has killed most real photography.

So this #fivedayblackandwhitechallenge is really nice opportunity to rediscover what I loved about black and white, and to see if I have any photographer’s eye still lurking behind the color. Grampa would have liked this. I can hear him now: “There’s no black in this shot. Go back and print it again!”

Day 1

Mendon Peak and the north end of the Wellsvilles, Cache Valley, Utah. 2011
Day 2

The crazed Konga Band at the 2011 Kinetic Sculpture Race, Arcata, California.

 Day 3

The place where the land ends and the ocean begins is blurred on Trinidad State Beach, Northern California.
 Day 4

Reminiscent of the Jode Family, a farm truck sits in dusty fields on the mountain benches above Petersboro, Utah.
 Day 5

Hanging out on the Plaza in Arcata in front of the beauty shop, next to the Sidelines Bar.

Day 6*

The aging 45-foot double-ended sloop Wakan decomposing but still afloat at Woodley Island, Eureka, California. *Yes, Day 6 of a 5-day challenge. I can’t stop!

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Saturday, May 31, 2014

Kinetic Sculpture Race 2014

FOR THE GLORY! That’s the cry of the hundreds of whacko contestants, their support staffs, organizers and a Plaza-full of celebrants of the umpteenth annual Kinetic Sculpture Race in Arcata, Calif. The high-brow social high point of the season, presided over by the Rutabaga Queen and scores of costumed and bribe-able race “officials,” is a cultural, artistic and athletic extravaganza of chaos and insanity that perfectly reflects Humboldt County culture. After this blast-off at the noon whistle from the Plaza in Arcata, dozens of hand-crafted, human-powered wheeled sculptures head off on a three-day, 22-plus-mile trek over country roads, wallowing sand dunes, Humboldt Bay and other obstacles—mechanical, natural and, in some cases, chemical—to celebrate the insanity and creativity of the human spirit.

The pilot of the Blue Oyster Cult’s entry.



The Kinetic Band adds a little class to the event.












Fans of all species look on... 


Ready to bug out.

The class of the class—Cinderella’s Steam Pump.


Nanno nanno?


Blue Oyster Cult’s pilot checks strategy via shell phone...
Do pigs fly? And how will it traverse dunes at Manila and the chill waters of Humboldt Bay?


Rat Bastard.
Riveted.

Kinetic law enforcement conduct rigorous pre-race safety and bribery checks.
Tut tut.
Forecasting winners.