2.01.2025
I really get a kick out of these shots...
The deep freeze last week did not kill off B.'s battalions of succulent plants. Here is a small, outlying contingent on the porch outside the dining room.
Still green everywhere but in the trees. Those leaves departed at the start of winter and won't be back till early March. Well, except for the live oaks...
1.31.2025
Just another perfect Friday. Great Swim. Fun Walk. Booked a multi-day job in Santa Fe for April. Playing around with cameras.
1.30.2025
Kirk falls off the camera-sobriety wagon....yet again..... close friends tortured by the deliberations...
And a couple of shots that wouldn't have worked as well in black and white.
Although the SL is a great monochrome camera it's a perfect color camera. At least amongst the 24 megapixel rabble. And though the CZ 50mm 1.4 is famously unsharp (or overwhelmed with character...) wide open it just takes a couple stops down to sharpen up nicely while preserving its wonderful color presentation. It's a good match for the sensor in the SL.
Thunder, Lightning, Downpours, Oh My! It all adds up to....no swim practice this morning... But that's okay, I had a backlog of retouching to do on some portraits.
1.29.2025
A test shot from 2010 of Will. For an article for Studio Photography Magazine about the Leica M9 and the Leica 35mm f1.4 Aspheric lens.
I'm having an interesting week delving into sensor technology as it relates to Leica. The Leica M9 is a bit of a cult camera which is actually rising in price on the used markets in spite of it being discontinued in 2012, having well documented sensor corrosion issues, and a now fleeting supply of usable batteries available to replace dying varieties. The reason usually given for its popularity is that the camera used an 18 megapixel, Kodak CCD sensor designed specifically for this particular camera. On one hand there are a lot of people who seem to prefer the color and tonality of CCD sensors and on the other hand it was not an "off the shelf" sensor but one that used a thin AA filter and various physical modifications to yield a really good performance with M series lenses; especially of the wide angle variety.
As the only M on the market at the time it was only to be expected that those who wanted a Leica rangefinder camera learned to love it completely. Flaws and all. After all, in the digital space, no other camera maker had stepped in to compete in that particular camera niche.
1.28.2025
If you have a New York Times subscription you might be interested in reading friend, Paul Johnson's obituary. It's nicely detailed and paints the picture of Paul as we all knew him.
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/01/28/dining/pableaux-johnson-dead.html?smid=url-share
Thank You to Gordon Brown for kindly sending me the link.
Combining two happy ideas. Coffee and swimming. A nice respite on a long day.
Just hanging out by the pool at the Hotel San José.
I am sorely tempted to pick up another Leica SL2 since prices on used ones have plummeted in the last few weeks. I like the SL2. I like the SL2-S better and I like the SLs best of all. So, whenever the urge strikes me to overinflate my collection of SLx bodies I have an exercise I undertake. Something to bring back needed perspective. I grab my favorite SL (yes, I have two but favor the one with the most nicks and abrasions) and a lens like the Carl Zeiss 50mm f1.4 ZF, set the camera the way I like it and go out to take some photographs. With that camera and lens combination I find almost every photograph I take; especially those shot at wide apertures, rewards me with color and tonal palettes that are different than the newer cameras and more in line with my personal tastes as to what an image file should look like.
And that helps tremendously to tamp down the siren song of desire for newer, later cameras.
There's a momentary feeling of mastery... until I remind myself that I am just a beginner, really. At the very start of my learning curve.
Being a photographer is, I think, a lot like being a barrista, a maker of coffee. Sometimes we get the formula just right and the water is perfect and the cup is pre-warmed and we end up with a very satisfying cup of coffee. Or a very nice photograph. Some days things go awry. Maybe the grind is slightly off, or the water has some mineral that flavors the mix and renders it just a bit off. Maybe the cup we pour into is too cold and we're left with the Hobson's Choice of drinking lukewarm coffee or putting the cup into the microwave oven to warm everything up. Timing is almost everything.
We can measure and measure but some things are just out of our control. Even down the to reality that every bean harvest is different and every click of the shutter is a combination of so many fragmented parts of our frail human process.
But when you get it just right there's buzz that makes it all worthwhile.
The best blog post I ever wrote. Seriously.
https://visualsciencelab.blogspot.com/2010/08/street-shooting-part-one-why-hell-would.html
It was 2010. I was grappling with the "why" of personal photography after two hard years of commercial doldrums brought on by the collapse of the creative economy.
At a baby shower yesterday a fellow swimmer, Patty, who is a book editor asked me about the blog. She fished around for an example of what I valued in the blog.
The link above is the only thing I sent to her. If you've already read it then Thanks. If you haven't and you have a few minutes please do. It might make the current blog seem more sensible...
1.27.2025
New Orleans lost a stellar human on Sunday. Paul Johnson was a very close friend... It's been a tough month for me.
My friend, Paul Johnson, passed away in New Orleans on Sunday. He went by "Pableaux." He was 59. He was a renowned cook. A brilliant writer. A diligent photographer and so much more. I met him here in Austin way back in the late 1980s. He was working in tech and every once in a while he'd cook up a big ten gallon pot of gumbo or red beans and rice and invite every one he knew well and everyone he'd like to have known better over to his small house in Landon Lane and feed them.
I once ran into Pableaux unexpectedly in Rome, Italy of all places. He'd left the tech world altogether and was writing and photographing about food from all over the world for the New York Times. I asked him what brought him to Rome. His answer: He'd pitched the NYTimes a story about the best gelatos in Italy and they had ante'd up the budget for him to do the story. He was walking through the Piazza di Popolo heading toward yet another gelato shop. The ultimate bon vivant. He enjoyed life with incredible energy.
My own special memories of Paul were about me teaching him photography and getting occasional phone calls, usually followed by visits for extensive lunches and consultations about which camera to buy and...how then to use it. Here is my epitaph for Paul: I taught Paul how to do photographs. Paul taught me how to enjoy life.
I'll miss him very much. As will hundreds of other people. All of whom will consider him to have been a close and special friend. Here's more information: https://www.nola.com/news/pableaux-johnson-dies/article_8dcbe608-dc49-11ef-93af-ebc56bc9752d.html
On Christmas day my family lost my little sister. She'd battled cancer for eight years and had recently undergone a bone marrow transplant. On Christmas day, just before her family arrived to celebrate she died suddenly. It was a devastating loss. And reminded me that my mom had also passed away at Christmas five years earlier.
I won't go into any details about my sister. She was a private person and wouldn't want that. But not a day goes by that I don't think of her and try to deal with the sadness of our loss...
It puts our own lives, and the unknowable agenda the universe has for us, into clearer focus. Perspective. The great tragedy would be to waste the time we have for ourselves and with each other. Something Paul and Alison never had to grapple with. They were both fully engaged in their lives.
Too much personal information for a blog but there it is.
If it seems sometimes like I am wondering around aimlessly with a camera it might be because I am.
Somehow I find it comforting that my friend, Paul died with his favorite camera in his hands, photographing one of his favorite subjects (New Orleans Parades) in his favorite city...