Really Cool Stuff

A few weeks ago a really good friend invited us out to Saint Charles, Missouri to see the "Fete de Ice" (or something like that). Her brother and nephew were competing there and have the art pretty well mastered. Of course I had to bring along the new Camera to give her a test drive. Ice, in case you didn't know, can be very difficult to shoot. I think the success here was not to capture the shape of the sculptures but the beautiful abstracts that present themselves when you can see through them. The clear, yet distorted, color and shapes comes through in the clearest parts of the ice. This first image is more of an visual demonstration of just that. You can see people behind the ice but what is most interesting is the color of the coats and scarves coming through. What follows is a series of abstracts that exemplify what I really loved about shooting that day. They look like very well crafted oil or watercolor paintings.

In the first image below the copy, you can make out the ice carver through the ice itself. After that, the coats and scarves of the art followers make-up the color content contained within.

Note: It saddens me that images posted here are very disappointing when compared to the originals. It must have been a bad day at Google/Blogger, because I edited and re-edited these images trying to compensate for the lackluster portrayal posted herein. I'll leave them posted for now or until I wake up in the middle of the night knowing this might somehow diminish what this blog, has to date, represented. At which point, I'll pull them off.

Karsh_Harsh

There have been several people to compare my portrait work with that of Yousef Karsh and I am greatly flattered. Recently I had to edit through a host of other images and I came upon this of my old friend, Marcel. In my usual A.D.D. manor, I got lost in his image and forgot the original intent of my search. Cropping so closely into the chiseled old face of this Master seemed a bit harsh, but it's oh so dramatic. Now I find myself feeling a little guilty because I haven't been to visit Marcel of late and I'm sure he could use some company. Maybe this is the motivation I need.

Watizit?

Last year when we went to visit friends in Florida, we were walking on the beach and came upon this vibrant yet mysterious object, creature, sculpture or artifact. I had no idea
what we were looking at. It's color was stunning, especially in comparison to most things that wash up on shore. I sent the image to a host of knowing friends and none were able to identify it until at last a young student at the local Juniorversity pegged it as a Portuguese Man O' War. It looked almost like a glass sculpture and I would have never guessed just how dangerous it could be.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portuguese_Man_o'_War

It's so true

Lengthy parable worth reading.A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning.. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.



Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried on to meet his schedule.



A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.



A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again.. Clearly he was late for work.



The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.



In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.



No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.



Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats averaged $100.



This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.
The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour:
Do we perceive beauty?
Do we stop to appreciate it?
Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?


One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

Kelsea for real

Some viewer who know Kelsea loved the portrait but thought it misleading as to how one might normally think of her. Well, here she is the cute little 6 year old that she is.

Bloodline

The daughter of my oldest son, Kelsea, came with me to the studio on New Years Eve day. I had some organizing to do and she was anxious to tag along. When my kids were younger they were the perfect little photographer's children. They would spend hours letting me pose and photograph them, so patient with their dad and all his lighting experiments. Kelsea on the other hand had not been so inclined, until very recently. She was ready now and it was a great experience to see her open up a bit. Frankly though, I think being on the other side of the camera was more to her liking. Unfortunatley she didn't have much to work with since I was the only subject available. We took turns until I could pose no more. Maybe someday I'll post the shots she took. I have to say she is very intuitive when it comes to shooting using the big studio camera. I plan to engourage her even more as she grows older. Who knows maybe someday my input will provide her with some success of her own.

Farewell

---James Joseph Corbett Jr. ----
October 31, 1943-December 15, 2008

WOW

So, I'm sitting in my usual seat here at Nadoz Euro Deli and I see this incredible woman a couple of tables away. Holy mackerel, I think, she must be somebody very important. Well, she is. Marjorie Hoeltzel is an artist and wonderfully vibrant person. Soon to be 88 years of age, she makes me feel like a sissy when it comes to clarity and youthfulness. Much like the "General" from an earlier post, she is a serious portrait photographers dream. Thank you Marjorie for allowing me to show off a little bit._______I've added Marjorie's choice (top) soon to be hanging in a prominent place in the family archives.

The Beginning of the End

I suspect maybe I need to move on from this sisters thing but I would be wholly negligent if I didn't post how this project really started. I guess it may have 25 or so years ago when this shot was done. This beauty is the mother of the sisters. As I recall it was done as a wedding present for the bride and groom. There was a series, the rest of which I haven't come across of late. I guess there is something to be said for good genes.

Sisters Together

With nothing more to add other than those red dresses should say "Thank you", for they have found the perfect home.

Back Again and More Beautiful Than Ever

Many post back you may remember my contemporary Mona Lisa, titled "Sister Act". And even further back a post entitled "Red Gown". This year it's Erin's turn at the red gown and what a lovely photograph she makes. I'd like to make a living doing regular glamour portraits of this family. Part of the test of this image was to keep the look similar to the shot I did a year ago, that of her sister, Jordan. There's still some tweaking to do on that front but I really believe the content itself is extremely worthwhile. In an effort to help visualize this lovely, I've added a closer version. So many times I won't post an image because the size limitation of the blog keeps the impact to a minimum. As in this case, the original has the overall feel of the composition but starves for the lack of detail in her innocence.

The Rise and Fall of Autumn

I wanted to get away from the whole autumn theme but I keep finding marginally interesting tidbits. This is the Statue of Saint Louis located just in front of the Art Museum in our beautiful Forrest Park. I went to shoot the tree rows of these brilliantly red Sugar Maples and came back with hundreds of shots and one tourista image of the statue.

Surrender

She gave it all she had but this lonely little Rudbeckia finally succumbed to the frost and the chill of the coming winter. The remnants of a flourishing wildflower patch, this little gal held out way beyond the Black Eyed Susans that had surrounded her for the summer.

Good intentions

I really wanted to focus on this project, scanning the amazing Ginko leaves, but one of those silly little distractions (real work) came along and spoiled that. Maybe next year.

Not only in Canada

I was kinda stuck on body copy for this when my good friend Laurie Shoulter Karall posted a poem within the comment section. I think I need say no more. Enjoy. I love the image and will add it to the stock offerings.

The Happy and Sad...

I hope you don't mind if I indulge myself a bit but three years ago today my Dad passed away and there's hardly a day goes by that I don't think about him. I thought maybe he was up there helping the Cubs out this year but I guess he doesn't have enough seniority yet.

Three months ago Emma was born and since then there's hardly been a moment gone by that she doesn't insist that we think about her.

It's with Mixed Emotions

It's getting to be that time of the year. I love the fall, the clean crisp air, the lower, warmer sun angle, it is however dampened by the unfortunate prospect of winter just around the corner. Don't get me wrong, I also love the first month of winter, the first snow and the fires in the fireplace that are nearly as welcome as the first sounds of the peepers in the spring. After the first of the year though, I am so done with the whole gray monochrome thing. There have been One Million Trillion (slightly less than the national debt) autumn color photographs taken, so I dare not try to compete with many of those. I'm not one to find much motivation in shooting the cliche image. If I put my camera to my eye and see the same shot that I've seen so many times before I'll back off and reconsider it or at least give some thought how to make it different. I will not dally though, because I rather just stand there and absorb the moment for future remembrances. I do however, have many many stock images taken for the season.

Did you know that the color of the leaves is there all summer only hidden by the chloralfill that dissipates in the fall? (or so I heard on NPR earlier this week)

Eyes and Hands and now Ribs

Several posts ago I ran a quick pick of Mike "Smokey" Emerson called the Godfather of Pork. Now that I've sorted through the remains, I found this image, which will probably become a PR picture for Pappy's Smokehouse. I rejected it originally because the rib didn't read very well but with a little tweaking, I think it works. I'm also helping him develop a Kosher BBQ sauce called, ...here it comes... Orthodox Juice for Pork.

http://www.pappyssmokehouse.com

Expanding the Neighborhood

Well, I've gone on about the neighborhood and my love of rural architecture, so now I range a bit out of the hood and find roughly simple architecture within a long stones throw of my studio. It has the same simplicity but with the time worn and weathered look that comes from an era of disrespect and ruin. I've been eying this location off and on for some time. By the same token, I've been dabbling in a technique called HDR. This may be the first time I've gotten close to it's full potential. As I look at the proof of this page, I can see it is another image that can only truly be appreciated at one hundred percent of the original file.

Shooozzz

Good Luck Katie

Hmmm.

When I visited my friend up north over this last week end, the first thing I noticed when I walked into his house was this GIZMO. I could see what it was but what a strange conglomeration for modern society. It struck me as almost pop art.

BTW, I hate those new bulbs. I truly believe that incandescent bulbs provide a warmth and romance that these weird looking replacements could only hope to duplicate.

King of Corn (not porn)

Over the past several years my Father In Law has asked me a number of times, 73,323 times to be exact, how many ears of corn are there on a stalk. I confessed that I didn't know but that I was pretty sure there had to be more than one. What a waste if each stalk only had one. Over the week-end I visited a friend in Ottawa Illinois and on the way back I decided to get the answer once and for all. Well, I'm here to tell you, most stalks, probably 99 per cent, only had one ear. I did find one that had two and it's the close up image. For the sake of art, the cropping kind of disguises the second ear but there it was, 2 ears on one stalk. Makes me wanna find out why there hasn't been more research done on growing more ears per stalk. The yield per acre could very easily triple. I ramble but I miss the days when I shot a lot more for an agency that specialized in AG products. I loved that work.

Godfather of Pork

Mike “Smokey” Emerson has become quite a celebrity of late. He and a small band of Apple and Cherry wood smoking aficionado's have started what may arguably be the best BBQ joint in the country and that's saying something considering the competition. Mike and his mates have traveled the pit contest circuit for a bit now and finally he's sharing his wares here in my own little neighborhood. I coaxed him into allowing me to do his portrait knowing he would never be able to show enough gratitude, and forcing me to take home beau coup amounts of ribs and brisket and pulled pork in hopes of somehow repaying me for my efforts. Seriously, the man has a great smiling face and it was my pleasure to shoot his image. If'in you're in the area, it's Pappy's Smokehouse near Saint Louis U... Pass the butt dude.http://www.pappyssmokehouse.com

Stop this ride, I wanna get off.

A couple of years ago we had to make a call on the Exchange and they weren't particularly thrilled about letting photographs be taken, so I shot a few frames without actually putting the camera up to my eye. It's something I've been doing for a while now and hopefully a source for another essay or even a book called "From the hip". I wanted to blur the image so that it might convey the frantic activity you could normally see on any given day at the Exchange. I think it works well and no one in the shot was single out, nor could you see the tears streaming down their faces. (smile) Yesterday's market caused me to dig into the archives for this very appropriate image.

Lest not we forget

The General and his Missus. I wish my memory of famous people were greater, for this wonderful woman reminds me of someone significant in world history. I'll keep them coming. Stay tuned.

Today in the Studio

"The General". Actually Lieutenant General Gill, who, at one time, was the second highest ranking officer in the Indian Army. The General is responsible in part for the procreation of my friend and landlord, Amrit Gill. When Amrit told me of his father a year or so ago, I was very impressed and anxious to meet him but I had no idea just how fascinated I would be. This is a face that photographers dream of shooting. There are many more images worthy of posting and I'll do that a bit later. Thank you General, for the opportunity to try and capture that spirit.

Goes without saying

The good news is, "Anyone can be elected President of the United Sates." The bad news is "Anyone can be elected President of the United States." Lewis Black

You're on

I'll bet Pete Rose gets inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, posthumously.

So take this

I must tell you that from time to time I'm chided by some that I seem to shoot only people who have reached an age where life's tolls have begun show in their faces. For the most part, that's true but it is that character that my camera craves. It's just ripe for the picking as they say. Now here for those skeptics out there, this is beauty and character without age. My young architect friend, Erin O'Brien, was on my list of people I wanted to photograph from the moment I was first introduced to her. Yet another project on my long list is to do an essay or book on freckles and this certainly would or will be a great start for that.

There it is again

It keeps surfacing... simplistic symmetry that's both clean and interesting. It's that rural theme pulling me back in. This image was captured on the way back from Indianapolis a couple years ago. There is not much I can say other than I'm drawn to it and I'm glad.

No roll in the hay

This is one of those rural images that I shot on the same day as the earlier post,"A roll in the hay". I am very found of this shot because it's how I pictured it in my mind as I was traveling out to shoot it. When I got back to the studio and started editing I found myself disappointed in the base image. I was briefly discouraged and set it aside for the time. Some months later I just had to take a second look at it, because I really loved the original concept and refused to let it die. I must tell you that while I use Photoshop everyday in my commercial work, I have this nagging ache inside me that won't let me totally rely on it's smoke and mirrors to make something out of a nothing capture. I would rather that my images come from my mind and heart and translate nicely through the camera and computer on their own. Maybe that's idealistic but today, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. As it turns out, I'm not the only one found of this image as it has become highly requested. Thank you for that.

I am pretty sure this was the cornerstone image to my Black and White Masters Portrait series.
I was working for Kodak then and I suspected that they were missing a huge corner of the market by not promoting the greyscale imaging opportunities that came with digital photography. I would guess that it never occurred to the marketing geniuses there, since they were so focused on color, color management and skin tones, all Kodak strong points. I saw the enormous potential and shot this demo featuring my good friend and world class shooter himself, Kevin O. Mooney. The process as to how I arrive at the final rendition has changed so dramatically since this was first shot. Nevertheless I think you'll find more and more shooters and artist realizing how dramatic black and white images from digital capture can truly be.

The Pulitzer

For those of you following this blog, you'll know that have several themes going. Portraits, the neighborhood, Black and White, rural landscape, architecture, etc. Well, this images covers several bases. Shot in the neighbor hood in infrared digital and converted to black and white, it may be as close to art as I can get. The building is, ironically, The Pulitzer Foundation for the Arts, one of several significant museums slash galleries located within a couple of blocks of my studio. There are a lot of techniques mingled into this image and I find the merge works very well. Enough so that I may pursue a series from this.

How to Lose Friends and Influence People

What I do in my Black and White Portrait work is not "Glamour Shots." It is down to the skin reality and sometimes it's hard to handle the truth. These old friends reluctantly subjected themselves to that possibility. Without getting too wordy, I will say, I love this work, it's what keeps me in the game. They can sometime be striking or even riveting. The bigger I print them the better they get.

So, that's it.

This image illustrates the scheme for stitching the images together. Taken just a few yards away from the Arch shot and turning to the right, is very long levee wall stretching, they tell me, for miles, which is dedicated to public art. You can see how the separate images are shot to be blended or stitched in the photo editing software. Unfortunately, this view lacked the appeal of the earlier Arch composition.

Southern View-Street Level

The Saint Louis Arch is one of the most photographed scenes in the world and in a relatively recent exercise whereby several images are stitched together, I shot this unusual vantage point. It is actually three vertical captures stitched together. It is certainly one of my favorite recent images. It is also one of the most requested of all my recent work

Saint Francis Xavier College Church

One day I grabbed the camera and headed down Lindell one block. I was out to do my neighborhood thing and I decided to check out the interior of SLU's Church. It is quite impressive and is the center for many a celebrations.
Traditional and striking, it's a landmark here in the city and rightly so.

http://www.slu.edu/departments/church/

Sorry, I lost my focus for a moment

Hands of Time

Any of you that maybe familiar with my portrait work will know that I am fixated on hands and eyes and of course, spirit. In a recent photo shoot for a local company's web-site, I encountered this young woman who had been on the job for over 30 years and her hands have the resultant character to verify that. If I didn't know better I could squint my eyes and conjure up images from one of thousands of National Geographic images. The color and tone of the skin and the stressed knuckles and abused nails had caught my attention since first editing for the original project.

Again in the hood, a drive by shooting

In keeping with the theme of my neighborhood and on the way to the studio, I had an opportunity to grab, literally, a couple of frames of the new Saint Louis University Medical Building just down the road a piece. I'm bad for this. I'll see something and rather than get out the tripod or take any time at all, I'll roll down the window and shoot as many angles as permitted from the car. I always promise myself that I'll go back later and do it right. My bad. I do however like this one and I think the Marketing folks at SLU will want access to it as it features the new building and in the back right is the old hospital facility.

As per your request

While the entire blog has gotten rave reviews, I get more and more inquiries about the black and white portraits. When I do my portraits I really strive to capture the character or the essence of the person. Hands, eyes and spirit are vital to the style all captured with the hint of the old Masters of Portraiture. In this case anyone who has ever met this man immediately says, "Hey that's Kip." No matter how long ago it might have been. He has that kind of persona.
I call this image "Cyclops" but it doesn't matter because his captivating eye(s) and renown wit will always be known as "Hey, that's Kip."

My Girls

So, Sunday was Fathers day and by default, Grandfathers Day. Both boys came over and brought our granddaughters. It was a beautiful day, one that I'll remember for some time. Everything a grandpa could want or need. BTW, yes it does say "Spoiled" on the back of the Gator. Hmmm, whoda thunk?

The Portrait, by Jody Feldman

I have a friend, an author, who asked that I do a portrait for her new book. The results prompted her to disclose her diary of the event on her blog. I find it quite amusing. Enjoy.

Jody Feldman - And I Never Said, "Cheese!"

It just feels right

Sometimes I'll be looking for something special when I'm shooting and I'll click a lot of frames hoping maybe something will come of a couple of them. Then there is that time when one of those actually grabs me. This image is one of those. I don't know what it is, it's feels comfortable, pleasant and memory grabbing and yet to most folks, they'll look at this and say "What in the heck is he going on about"? I guess it's very personal and I wish I could explain it better. It will never end up in any famous art gallery but it will make me feel good, at least for the moment.

I still know how to catch the Chick's eye.

We visited some dear friends on their farm over the weekend, and it reminded me of this image I shot the first time we visited them. My mom was raised on a farm and I'm certain I have a lot of that in my blood. I once thought the ideal job would be to live in a small farm community, teach basic photography and coach the JV basketball team, all the while shooting to my hearts content in my barn converted to a small studio. Come to think of it, maybe I still do. I keep a mental log of many rural architectural scenes I want to capture some day. It all seems so peaceful and simple.

She's Back

If you were to go back several post you might remember my new girlfriend. That image was a quik pik and unsculpted, so to speak. Here she is in a nearly final state. Still as lovely as ever but with a bit more character than the first image.

Peace, please.

I can remember when I was very young, we'd get up early on Memorial Day and go to the cemetery for a sunrise mass and then go visit my Nono's (Italian for Grandpa) grave.
Back then I'd normally get to sleep in and the coming of summer would reveal itself with the warmth of the sun and the distant buzz of the neighbor's 4 cycle lawn mower. Lying there in bed taking it all in, it was such a peaceful time. I didn't have a worry to my name.

Hey, wait a minute