6.06.2025

It's Friday Afternoon. At the end of most days I select a few images I've made over the years to spend a few minutes with. And I remember that the hardest part of making portraits is the part where you get started. Where you have to make the effort to create.

 

Amy.

There are some people who have been blessed with faces that conform to cultural ideas of beauty and proportion. And there are some people who've been gifted with beautiful and alluring eyes. The work of a photographer is to learn how to put a collaboration into motion to capture these affects and then get out of the way. The biggest mistake I see from people who would like to be portrait artists is their impulse to rush. To rush through a sitting because they think they may be inconveniencing the sitter. Or because they've been misinformed by "experts" that there are lighting and camera formulas which are the secret to success and, that once they've mastered these techniques they are more or less assured of a successful outcome. 

Then there is the mistaken idea, spread everywhere, that if you can't get a great image in the first dozen or so frames you'll never be able to achieve a good photograph in a session. 

In my experience the default to formula and the press toward time efficiency are an effective way to turn what could have been a great portrait into just another literal documentation. A photograph which lacks the invitation to linger and really examine a face. By not taking the time to know the sitter and engage them in a meaningful and sincere collaboration one robs the audience of the chance to fall in love with the subject. To truly come away with an honest sense of the person in the frame. All surface and no depth.

When Amy came to the studio she was in the company of one of her best friends, Renae. Renae was my assistant at the time and we'd worked together for several years by that point. Amy was comfortable because Renae was comfortable. There was a triangle of trust. There was a shared objective of creating a picture of Amy that was both beautiful but also signaled a real rapport. 

I was working with a medium format camera that day. Shooting in the square. I shot some Polaroids and shared them with Amy. We talked. Renae headed into the office to do some work on her computer. Amy and I worked through a session and shot about ten rolls of 120 film. We both sensed what was working and what wasn't and kept moving in the right direction until we hit a high point, which we both could feel, and then we shot a final, gratuitous roll of film (just to make sure) and we were done with that sitting. 

In my mind this result (above) is an authentic and engaging photograph/portrait of a strong, calm person who was comfortable with herself. 


When I kept a darkroom in the studio just east of downtown I used to print most of the portraits I took as large black and white prints. Usually 16x20 or larger. Always on double weight papers. At one point an art director asked me to do some hand colored prints of subjects I'd shot in black and white for an ad campaign for a national bank chain. I bought a lot of sets of Marshall's Oil Paints and set about learning the ins and out of hand coloring ( use Kodak's Ektalure G surface paper -- perfect for hand painting --- sadly, no longer available). We weren't looking for expressionistic hand coloring for the bank job. Just subtle introductions of transparent paint over faces, neckties and other color friendly targets within the frames. Later, for my own projects, I started getting very loose, less constrained, with my applications of color. The image just above was shot with a 180mm Elmar-R lens on a Leicaflex SL2 
( the film camera, not the recent, digital camera) loaded with Agfapan black and white film. 

We were out in the Hill Country in the middle of August shooting for a magazine spread (New Texas Magazine) that would run the Fall. My model was sitting on a large, long, shaded back porch in the late afternoon. We'd wrapped for the day or I would have been photographing on color transparency film. When I got back to the darkroom I made a large print on black and white paper. It was okay but it didn't knock my socks off. It needed something more. So I started playing around with some of the Marshall's transparent oil paints and didn't hold back on saturation or even odd brush strokes. It's a photo I tend now to look at nearly every year at the start of Summer. A nod to the shift into hot Texas weather. 

I pulled the original print out this morning and tacked it to the wall near my desk. It's a reminder for me to play more and be serious less.


About fifteen years ago I bought some pre-stretched canvases and did a bunch of paintings of coffee cups, donuts, pastries and whatnot; even making some paintings of coffee cups in fields of wild flowers. Once I had a dozen 30x40 inch canvases I asked my favorite coffee shop if I could hang the paintings as a show in their store. The loved the idea. They loved the paintings. It was fun to sit at the coffee shop in the morning as office workers dropped by and waited in line to get their to-go coffee to drink during their commutes. I loved watching their reactions to the paintings.  

Occasionally one gets the desire to do art outside their usual lane. Make paintings. Write  poems. Write a novel. Sing. All the arts reinforce each other and trying new things progressively lowers our fear of....trying new things. 


The images just above and just below are of Fadya. I met her when my friend, Greg, cast her in an advertising campaign for a natural gas company. She was one of a half dozen talents we used in the campaign. Each model was featured solo in an ad. At the time Fadya was a university student. We've kept in touch. Years later I ran into her at a local Starbucks. We'd both swung by to grab some caffeine and were both delighted to see each other. I suggested that she drop by the studio when she had time and we'd do a few photos. 

She came over a couple of weeks later. B., Fadya and I had tea in the house and then Fadya and I walked the twenty feet over to the studio to play around with light and poses. 

I was already into using LED lights at the time and I was also deep into the micro four thirds camera format. The camera was set to the square aspect ratio and I shot in color; in raw. I converted the images to black and white in post production. And I've loved the results ever since. When shown in small sizes, like here on the web, I believe that nothing is lost to the smaller format. 

Fadya is now a very successful psychologist practicing here in Austin. I like to think that next time I run into her at a coffee shop she'll want to do another round of photographs. It's always a nice chance to catch up. We spent a couple hours chatting, photographing, changing the lighting and photographing some more. It's not fun to rush through a session. Especially if you finish and then realize that speed was NOT of the essence and that you lost out by letting that fussy part of your brain convince you that you had to hurry.



Selena. 

As long as I've known Selena she's been a musician. In the last ten years her career has taken off. Recording contracts. Bigger and bigger gigs. More famous. 

I asked Selena to work with me as a model for some of the lighting examples in one of my books. We were showing how to work in ambient light with small, portable LED fixtures. I liked the look above but I like the expression below even more. Shot during my brief Canon camera phase. 


And that's what I'm looking at now, before supper. And it's fun to remember the people who make the other half of the collaboration so comfortable. 


6.05.2025

Portrait made with a mix of window light and continuous lighting instruments.



taking time to revisit lighting. It's so much more fun for me than just depending on existing light. 








 

The week got a lot better at 8 a.m. this morning!!!

 


My dermatologist gave me the thumbs up to get back to the pool. My favorite neurosurgeon who swims in the next lane over concurred. I stuck a big, waterproof, kid's BandAid over the savaged spot on my cheek and hit the water. It was cool and clean. The chlorine was just right. The sun was just peeking over the tree line. My favorite, daily lane mates were there. We swam well. I got to lead the lane for a while (pent up enthusiasm...) and I got to hang back when I felt like it. It wasn't a day of massive yardage but we got in a good, intentional hour.

While I'm not looking forward to the next bout of skin surgery (coming up soon) I did get my bad attitude realigned by a friend when I was out walking the trail yesterday. The guy was recovering from prostrate surgery. I'll take some near surface Mohs procedures any time...

I got the coolest metal box full of waterproof bandaids. It's from a company called "Welly". I like kid's bandaids because they are a lot more fun to look at than the beige stuff and they tend to stick better because they are made for the most active of demographics. 
today I wore a squid bandaid. It was very popular...


Coach explaining the next set on the board. 

synchronized flip turns.


hand paddles to practice stroke technique and provide more resistance.

Coffee. Swimming. Leicas. True Love. What's not to like? So happy to be all wet again...


6.04.2025

If there is drip irrigation is there also drip irritation? While I ponder that I'm writing to let you know how my embrace of the TTArtisan 75mm lens is coming along...

 


Here we are on yet another Wednesday! Yesterday I had lunch at Maudie's Mexican Food restaurant over on Lake Austin Blvd. The occasion? My near monthly lunch with my favorite advertising creative director and old friend, Greg. His paintings got accepted into a juried show in Marfa, Texas and he gave me a synopsis of the whole experience. We like lunching at Maudie's because it might be the least pretentious lunch spot in Austin. Or maybe it's just the lowest common denominator that we'll both readily accept...

Mid-afternoon I caught up with a fellow photographer to compare notes on contemporary markets here in central Texas. Our consensus? Things are slow, but they are nearly always slow at this time of the year. Schools just let out and most of the folks who support our profession (the clients) generally grab their kids and head out on vacations first thing. Work generally picks back up again when the families have been back from vacation for a few weeks and then send their kids off to Summer camps. We've both been at this game for long enough to not sweat the short breaks. Go a year without a nice project and the panic used to seep in along the edges of one's conscious thoughts. I'm not concerned any more and Samuel seemed to be taking the break with no rise in blood pressure. 

At 6 p.m. I arrived at Will and Mary's house for a nice break; a happy hour with me, Will, and our friend, Mark. Will steamed up a big pot of mussels and the additions to the pot made for a great broth which we greedily mopped up with hunks of freshly baked baguette. And sometimes we ate the baguette with butter instead. Will served up a delicious Rosé with our mussels. Later, he presented a homemade flan (one of the best I've ever had!) and paired it with small glasses of a light and slightly floral flavored rum. A "secco" rum, so not too sweet...

I come across a lot of articles about older men becoming isolated and lonely but I think I'm at least making a valiant effort to hang out and socialize with friends, clients and those who fall into both camps at once. In all seriousness I think my circle of friends gets at least as much credit as the daily swims for preserving my general health and a good attitude.

Will teased me about buying yet another lens while Mark, an E.R. doc, brought me up to speed on various skin cancer treatment advances (I guess he noticed that divot on my cheek...). We soon tired of that and got back to the good stuff: Who is going where on vacation and when? And how are the kids? Followed by the usual Austin bitching about ever rising prices on....everything.

Since I couldn't go to swim practice this morning I stayed up late last night finishing up the reading of the novel, "The Oligarch's Daughter" by Joseph Finder. I finally finished the book around 1 in the morning and then slept in until 9 this morning. So out of character for me but a pleasant change from the usual carved in stone swim schedule. 

After breakfast I suited up in sun repellent/protective apparel, grabbed a camera, and did a long walk through the heat and humidity around Lady Bird Lake in the center of town. I meant to walk fast all the way around the 5 mile loop but I ran into an old friend named, George. He's an independent film maker who got his start working on the old Jerry Seinfeld show. He's also worked on several projects with Rick Linklater as well as a few other semi-famous Austin directors. George worked for my ad agency in a freelance capacity back in the early 1980s. We had a lot to catch up on. He's an amazing creative person and living proof that you can make a living doing film work while raising two great kids and paying for a house in central Austin. 

I spent the rest of the walk trying to amp up the exercise quotient but since I had the camera with me I stopped once in a while to snap photos and tease out what I can expect from the latest lens I keep chattering away about. It's the TTArtisan 75mm f2.0 AF lens for L mount. I think it's quite good. I made some images to share for after lunch. They are just below. I captioned the ones I had the energy to caption so take a peek. For $199 the lens is a bargain. And it's also available in Nikon Z and Sony E mounts. 

Still aiming to hit the pool tomorrow. I'm off to investigate waterproof BandAids at Walgreens. Have a lovely afternoon!

I ran the numbers. checked the calendars, etc. I have navigated my way around the Lady Bird Lake hike and  bike trails for over 50 years. Sometimes at a dead run and sometimes at a slow amble with a friend. B. and I walked it last week. It's wonderful to have a tree covered trail that's always accessible when you want it...or need it

Abandoned pants. But I can see why..... 

A calm morning on Lady Bird Lake. Rowing for pleasure. 
I tried rowing a couple of times. I usually got bored and hopped in to swim. 



I find this to be a most unusual name for a food company. Just unusual.
I'm sure someone smarter than me at a cocktail party will explain the 
concept to me. But....

Roses at Mary and Will's house. They always have wonderful arrangements of flowers.
They are both incredible cooks. And they throw wonderful small and large dinner parties.
How did I get so lucky? They nearly always invite me over for a happy hour, when B. is out of town,  which is a thinly veiled excuse for making me dinner. I try to bring a great bottle of wine and my full attention. Will and I have known each other since "Uni" and he's one of those successful photographers whose work is collected by museums... Jealous, but so happy for him.


Amazing rum. Weirdly it was the perfect complement to a great flan.

I focused on the "J" of June when I was sitting at the desk.
The 75mm lens was set to f2.0. The camera gave me ISO 20,000
I think the overall performance is pretty amazing. 

Feet up on the desk; waiting for some sort of Epiphany. 

That's it for today.

thanks to everyone who sent a "get well" comment. 
They are really appreciated.

6.03.2025

Looks like Summer will be rougher than I thought. Surgical procedure to remove spot of cancer on face not 100% successful. Next step is Mohs surgery. So much time out of the water. Need to buy an M11 to amuse myself during the downtime.

 Some photos. All done with different cameras. None done with mannequins. All done with real people. 

Vrooom. 

Drinking coffee and photographing in Winter in Boston.


La Familia. Old Sweetish Hill Bakery on a chilly Sunday morning. 
Kirk meters the light before going out on a boat. Yes! A real light meter...

VSL CFO.

Alanis Morrisette at Liberty Lunch in Austin, Texas 
50mm on a Leica M3. Tri-X

Noellia at Barton Springs.
Lou.

Dani. At Medici Caffe on Congress Ave.



Amy. Photographed with a Leaf A7i medium format digital camera. 
About 15 years ago. How about that?


Pensively considering my latest medical news. 
Decided to not care and to finish reading a great novel.






6.02.2025

My hopelessly optimistic affinity for cheap, third party lenses...

 

Is it sharp enough???

I've been chilling, laying around on the couch and reading novels since last Wednesday. I'm recovering emotionally from finding out that I might not be immortal. That as I age some shit is just bound to go wrong and I guess I have to accept that. But only grudgingly. I visited my dermatologist. He used a scalpel to remove a pesky cancer spot on my face. It didn't hurt much, at least physically, but I'm still waiting (im)patiently for the wound to heal enough to please my medical staff so they give me the thumbs up to get back into the pool. I'd like that patch of my face to regain it's imperviousness to water before I jump into the Texas water...

Having an imperfection in the system erupt to the surface always depresses me because I interpret each of these physical stumbles as a sign of deterioration; entropy, incipient chaos. 

Today B. and I went out for lunch. We had a wonderful smashed guacamole dish and then split a plate of fried shrimp that was accompanied by a warm corn relish and cole slaw. Being the conservative and austere kind of people we are we had ice tea as a beverage, forgoing the jeroboam of Champagne or the line up of tequila shots. B. took the time to "talk me off the ledge" pointing out that I had survived and would probably be in the pool as early as Wednesday. Yes, early on there was talk about getting back in on Tuesday but my face isn't ready yet. 

In the meantime I've stayed quite busy, focused on two different, vital projects. One of the projects is watching videos about cameras, lenses and lighting on YouTube (interspersed with videos about the Ukrainians spanking the Russians over the weekend). I think I've watched enough Peter McKinnon to hold me until the fourth quarter. And James Popsys seems to be doing not much more than treading water these days. My other project seems to be the capricious buying up of weird and wonderful, dirt cheap, Chinese made lenses for my L system cameras....   Oh how dangerous it is to miss swim practice.

But that brings me to my preferred subject today. My mild passion for these lenses that are changing the choice paradigm for photographers. And presenting folks with a different cost/benefit ratio than those offered by the lens products from long established brands. 

You'll probably remember just a week or so ago when I was writing about the 7Artisans 50mm f1.8 AF lens I bought for my L mount cameras. While both 7Artisans and TTArtisan have been making simple, straightforward, manual focus "dumb" lenses for various mounts for at least the last five years, 2024 was the year that both companies (and one wonders, honestly, if indeed they are the same company....) brought a handful of autofocus lenses with full lens-to-camera communication to a waiting audience. This is different! This is direct competition.

I was looking longingly at the Leica APO Summicron 50mm SL lens (about $6,000 USD) when I stumbled across the 7Artisans 50mm f1.8 AF. It was priced at a whopping $228; if you got the L mount version. Knowing I couldn't really rationalize the purchase of the Luxe/Veblen/Budget-Buster Leica lens I decided to award myself the 7Artisans lens as a consolation prize. When I got the cheap ass lens and shot it on a big Leica camera the universe did not implode. German marketers didn't come to the studio to confiscate my cameras for my sacrilege. And the cheap lens didn't explode in my hands as I was led to suspect all cheap lenses might. 

Instead it fit onto the camera with a satisfying amount of tight-fit-ness and instantly communicated with the camera. And you know what? It makes really nice photographs. It's sharp enough wide open and head-to-head competitive with most other 50mm lenses by the time you get to f4.0. I considered it a win. And I wondered what other bargain might lie out in the real world; masked by our own innate and snobbish brand filtering. 

So I started looking around. There are three Chinese lens makers that seem to enjoy having good chunks of the cheap lens market. These are Meike,  7Artisans and TTArtisan. The first two make competing lenses and both recently launched 85mm AF lenses for most of the popular lens mounts. I looked at these but since I already have the Sigma 85mm f1.4 Art lens I crossed them off my list of potential purchases. But while I was looking around I came across the 75mm f2.0 AF lens from TTArtisan. It gets pretty good reviews from all the usual characters. Nearly all of the inexpensive lenses get dinged by reviewers for having slow C-AF but most of the reviewers agree that the single AF performances of most of the new, Chinese AF lenses are just fine. On par with inexpensive, main brand lenses from the established Japanese brands.

I looked around for the 75mm f2.0 AF for the L mount and found that they are generally available and at a price of under $200 USD; brand new. Since this falls beneath the danger zone for budget destruction I decided to take a chance and order one. It came today. 

The thing that is most striking about the TTArtisan 75mm f2.0 is its remarkably small size. Much smaller than the 7Artisan 50mm and about the size of an old style DSLR era nifty-fifty. It's almost cute small but it features 10 elements in 7 groups (one extra low dispersion element and four high index elements) and feels dense and well made. It focuses down to 2.5 feet and the filter size is 62mm. Overall, the lens is such a nice complement to a bigger and heavier camera body such as a Leica SL2 because its small profile reduces the total volume of the overall package. 

Two interesting touches: One is a typical plastic lens hood but instead of being a rounded tulip shape it's more squared off. Maybe a bit more efficient without being any bigger than it needs to be. Second interesting thing is that the rear lens cap has a USB C connector on its external side and the interior of the rear lens cap has contacts to match up with the contacts on the back of the lens. This should make for easier firmware updates. As long as one doesn't lose that back cap.

While I haven't had time to exhaustively test the lens (just got it half an hour ago) I've chimped it a lot here in the office and it seems pretty well buttoned down. I'll take it for a walk tomorrow and see just how much I like it. But for now it had me at "Hello" with its size and build quality. A nice, refreshing change to the usual, huge lenses. Weather sealed? I think not. No rubber ring at the rear of the lens.

So, since I'm a professional photographer and also still solvent and somewhat successful, why do I buy these crazy cheap lenses when I can afford to get the brand name lenses or the Sigma Art lenses or the etc. etc. lenses? Mostly I am pushed into it by a unique memory from about 45 years ago. 

I was shooting with a Canon film camera. I bought a used Tamron Adapt-All 35-80mm f3.5 zoom lens for not very much money. I brought it along with me when I was meeting some friends for a drink at a lovely little restaurant. B. was there. She was facing an east facing window at sometime just pre-dusk. She was talking to one of my other friends and had her face turned just a bit. The light coming through the window was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. I focused as carefully as I could and tripped the shutter at 1/30th of a second. I was using ISO 100 color transparency (slide) film. I love the photo. I loved the look of it and the way it rendered colors. I've kept the slide safe ever since. When I pull it out or rescan the image I'm always amazed at my visceral response to the photo. It's gorgeous.

In the day that lens was considered to be a crappy, low performing lens. I think I paid $60 for it. I didn't realize at the time that the resulting photo would stick in my consciousness for nearly 5 decades with such strong adhesion. At some point long ago I sold the lens and moved on to newer, "better" lenses but every time I pull out the original slide I wish I hadn't.

I think, when I buy some of these new Chinese lenses, I'm hoping to have the same luck. To discover in an inexpensive lens some hidden level of magic that I am somehow able to unlock. To make happen. I think the makers consider these new lenses the way retailers think of loss leaders. Or introductions to new products. They pull out all the stops they can in the design and manufacturing process hoping to have products that people can afford but which also establish the bonafides of the maker. A way of getting a foot in the door. 

Sure, an early adopter might get burned from time to time. We have no idea if these lenses are going to be reliable over time. We have no guarantee when we buy an early model if the unit we get will be a good performer or something that slipped through quality control with a few pimples. But there is always the chance that in making something different from the mainstream the product will resonate with users who are ready for some differentiation and looking forward to discovering a special rendering or character that results from a different approach to lens design and manufacturing. 

Lens making is both hard and easy. It's a 20th century craft for the most part. CNC machining helps level the playing field so that inexpensive lenses and pricy lenses aren't so far apart, when it comes to performance, as lenses could be in the 1950s and 1960s. 

Chinese manufacturing is, I believe, on par with every other highly developed economies' industries. They are wedging a shoe in the door with the cost effect, but even more image effective, lenses. I'm excited. Ultimate sharpness is no longer the thing that matters most in photography. We've moved on. Now it's all about access and imagination. And it's nice to have choices that we can play with without breaking the bank. 

I can afford to buy a Leica APO 75mm SL but I certainly choose not to. Why? Because my passion is portraiture and sharp enough is good enough. A fun, new focal length lens positioned between 50mm and 85mms? Sounds fun to me. And I think, at $199, this one  is going to be a winner

In the end? It's about making portraits. Not testing lenses. Unless you are a lens tester and then that would be legit. 

Coffee break.                                                                                                                                                                                                           




6.01.2025

revisiting good advice...

 https://visualsciencelab.blogspot.com/2017/08/schooled-again-by-kid-want-more-video.html

Another Milestone Notched. More Words Set Free. More Photography Discussed.


 I was deleting a bunch of old posts just now when I happened to check the VSL stats. Looks like we just turned over 33,000,000 pageviews. Mind you, Blogger doesn't record RSS feed pageviews, just people coming directly to the site. 

While some other photo bloggers have been at this longer and have generated more content, I have to remind myself that this is a completely non-profit undertaking; a hobby, and that I have done this while maintaining a full time, profitable business, raising a great kid, doing my share of spousing, writing five successful books about photography, as well as one novel, taking care of two parents and then their estates, and getting in five or six days of swimming every week. It's not a bad track record. At least I don't think it is....

As you can see from the screen shot of today's stats we reached 33,000 viewers just yesterday alone. If only I had monetized this blog I might be rich!!!

Oh wait. I guess the (long, long) journey is the real reward. 

self reflection. 2016 style.

 

Changing gears is sometimes about hitting a wall and realizing you missed the door.


I have a persona on the web. To some I am a techie guy who has a typical liberal arts education, has had some modest successes over the years as a commercial photographer and who has parleyed the fear and boredom of the years from 2007 to 2012 into a modestly successful bout of book writing and, by extension, blog writing. Most of my readers know that I swim, that I have one child, a dog and a wife of some 35 years. I've tried to keep my political viewpoints out of my public writing and I've worked to keep my views about religion personal. So, in fact, most people know very little about who I really am or what motivates me to do what I do beyond the usual, human responses to fear and greed.

While walking with my wife and my dog through our quiet neighborhood this morning I found myself taking stock of how my life has changed over the last twenty years. A change that I should have resisted more. Controlled more. In 1995 I felt as though I had a modicum of control over what I did both for a living and as an art. My audiences were the ones I actively attracted by actually meeting them. In person. Face to face. My portraits were made with tools that I loved for a number of reasons. My approach to making the portraits was nearly always predicated on a very personal view of what portraiture should be, not what popular, and every changing markets might dictate.

I had yet to write my first book or type my first blog. My days consisted of making beautiful work (at least I thought it was so), having face to face meetings with clients and friends and colleagues, and then spending many quiet evenings reading everything I enjoyed; from novels to poetry to economics. I subscribed to the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times because it seemed important to be both informed and to have a foot in both political camps for balance.

When photography changed, along with everything else that was touched by the encroachment of the digital hegemony, in the early part of this century, it was like an anchor was cut loose for our art and even the previously codified flow of our everyday lives. The relentless drumbeat from media everywhere was about the unalloyed advantages of "being digital", of being one's own publisher and of being "on" for every cycle. A relentless march to the future that rewarded the media much more than the message, the number of followers more than what was being said or shown. Followers equalled eyeballs, which were connected to mostly functional brains, which were connected to credit cards, the exercise of which could conceivably create new income streams for "artists."

The problem was that the race for eyeballs and money led to unexpected consequences and behaviors. Instead of continuing to do the work I loved the lure of creating media and content that would sell to a mass market was alluring, intoxicating and seemed so much smarter than working in a small and contained market. The trade off, which exists for almost anyone who wants to grow an anonymous market, is that at some point you have to give your audience what they want. Not what you genuinely have to say but what they genuinely want to read. It's an enormous trade off and one that sociopaths have very little problem with. Just separate what you like from what you do for money and off you go. But the issue is a bit more complicated for people who aren't sociopathic and have a warm affinity and attachment for the things that they love to do well. Which for me is meeting people and making portraits.

I was playing around with small flashes and cheap, optical slaves in 2006, about the time that I was active on David Hobby's Strobist site. I did an image of then Dell CEO, Kevin Rollins with the small lights and wrote about it for a magazine. I also posted an article about the nuts and the bolts of the shoot on Strobist. Which led to an offer to write my first book with Amherst Media. I was living the new, social media marketing dream.

But. But. But. The process of writing a book took me away from the ongoing craft of working on portraits. Of shooting and doing what I really loved. The first book took six months to write and illustrate and when I finished with it I told myself I'd never do it again. It took so long. The effort was so concentrated and, worst part, I wasn't moving my art, craft or brain forward, I was crafting an educational resource based on stuff I already knew by heart. But then the book hit and sold very well and it became a focus point for me. People called me to do workshops. They called to interview me. They did all the things an artist with an ego thrives on. They played to my desire to be someone in my field. An expert. Someone who has "made it." And that's the most dangerous and destructive part of moving away from the things you love to embrace a different persona that's inauthentic and not genuine. And most of the attention given to me by web sources was in service of me creating "free" content for them; one way or the other. The interview or the copied blog post.

The ego accepts every offer. And the ego goads the brain to move in the direction that yields the most self-esteem building gratification. More books equal more eyeballs. More validation of your position as a successful and business savvy photographer. But the books required care and feeding. Any publisher will tell you that the writers who are successful are the ones who jump in and help with the marketing of their properties in any way that they can. I proceeded to do my part by writing this blog and flogging the books when I felt like the balance was right.

And all the time the web and technology and the media is ever changing and morphing and the targets are constantly moving. I started trying out new stuff all the time. Moving ever further from my own, innate and satisfying targets from decades before. Digital had killed my tools (or so I thought) and relegated me to a desperate and ongoing search to replace them with (woefully inadequate and homogenous) digital replacements. And all the while my artistic vision was fading. Ever more diluted by my bifurcated searches for general relevance, applause, and a desire to seem relevant within the context of a new generation of imagers. I was trying to constantly keep up with the younger Joneses even though none of them possessed a map to the future either.

I bought my first EP2 on a whim but stayed engaged in the Olympus system partially because of a huge surge of readers who seemed to hang on every word I wrote about the system, regardless of whether it worked for my real, personal vision or not. I never lied or accepted graft but somehow my sense of not only being part of a new community, but also a taste maker within it, kept me buying and writing about cameras that were ancillary to my core aesthetic. My way of seeing images and translating them.

By the fifth book I had come to realize that my "artist self" had been totally sublimated, suffocated and left in cold storage by the combination of income, ego stroking and delusions of using the eyeball base as a market to sell books to. To extend my reach as a "web personality" which might deliver me opportunities.

But the things that keep coming my way are truncated and compromised, to a certain extent. Witness my brief and rocky relationship with Samsung. Was a one week trip to Berlin, in the clutches of Samsung handlers, really valuable enough to make up for using a flawed camera? I could have easily dipped into the business checking account and sent myself to Berlin for a peaceful week of shooting, unencumbered by one dimensional marketing serfs. Some of the cameras were interesting but would I have ever even tried to shoot with a camera that has no EVF or OVF if it had not been offered as part of being in the program? Of course not.

I must seem naive now to so many people who know that there is no "free ride" and that all the web stuff is really just extended B.S., is a massive shift of value from the owner of art to the endless distributors of art waiting for ephemeral payment while the old hands at the aggregators and the many thieves on the internet actually get the payments. In a sense my years of blogging were/are my own form of resistance to just getting my own work done. Shooting those singular portraits I want to shoot for an audience that never, ever came from the web. And still doesn't.

It's interesting to have had all this play out in a public forum. It's like broadcasting potty training. Highly embarrassing at times and in the end it's all more or less poop.

Where does it all end? Well of course, in the grave. But at what point does it dawn on an artist that you've ceased to do your authentic art and you have moved into the more or less "blue collar" job of maintaining a web presence with the hope for tips and affiliate income, and that by doing so you've relegated yourself to modifying what you talk about into stuff you think will have wide interest, including techniques you know by heart and gear that's nothing more than transient entertainment?

Well, at least this confessional outflow is more interesting to me than whether or not the new Pentax camera will have HDR bracketing. Of course, my fear in publishing this particular piece is the very real possibility that I will be writing for myself, alone in the near future.

Ah well. What value is a blog if we can't interject a bit of honesty from time to time?