Edit November 18: Outside Studio Musings (with Kiki the Cat):
Edit October 26: Opening up Linda McCartney’s new Book, Polaroid Diaries:
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… August was World Photography Day and I wondered if I should Participate:
32 Years of Self Portraits …
Image + Words from the Linda McCartney Website.
(as always Click the Pink for the Link and best viewed on a Desktop or Laptop)
Every Day is World Photography Day.
It is my life long Tonic.
On My Photography Site , I posted some early words about my Life through the Lens:
From L to R: With my First Camera, a Kodak Ektralite 110 in London + With my First 35mm Film Camera, a Minolta Maxxum 7000 + a Polaroid of Me (taken by my Friend Joanne) with my First (Impulse) Polaroid Camera.
Click here to read about My Passion and then here for my Love of Film.
Looking back at my Life, Photography has been my World. The Camera is the Narration to my Life, how I make sense of the Minutiae, how I define who I am.
It’s my Bridge from the Divine, My Prayer to the World.
As many Creatives know, however, we can have a Complicated Relationship with this Muse. I am unabashedly, no exception.
Sometimes, it’s easy.
From that Moment of perception, to framing that shot in the viewfinder, to that feeling of pressing the Shutter down and hearing, t h a t s o u n d.
Sometimes it’s complicated.
From feeling inadequate because of that perfect shot thrown up on Social Media, to someone pulling out their new Gear, to hours spent on Editing Pics, and no one making a comment on them, ever.
Photo + Quote from Eve Arnold via shootdotedit.com
These days, there are a Plethora of ways to take Pictures. Mobile Devices, ‘ D’ Series Cameras, Mirrorless Cameras, and now, back to Film Cameras. There are even more Photography Apps, Editing Programs, Social Media Platforms, that make it easy for you to Snap, Create, and put your Work out there.
By that Definition, everyone can be a Photographer.
So, I Posit this.
I went to School for Photography. I have Instagram on my iPhone. I ingest an (un) healthy amount of Books and Magazines on Photography. I use Three Editing Programs when I edit Pictures.
Does this make me a Photographer?
We just lost Peter . Thank You Dear Man, for your Gift, your Legacy. His Work, defined the 90’s for me and h o w Black + White Photography should be.
Well done Peter, for bringing it back to Center.
Photography has nurtured my Altruistic view of the World around, and the World within. It single handedly, makes me a better Human.
This feeling seems to run deep in my Family.
My Beloved Grandma Balantac :
Taken with this Camera:
Other than the Family Nostalgia (that’s my Dad, Uncle Moreno, and Auntie Josie in the Photos) they capture an important era in Filipino American History. Whilst raising three Children and making a living as a Migrant Farm Worker, she became an instinctive Documentarian. And since October is Filipino American History Month, her Photos are more relevant than ever.
My Beloved Dad:
His Shots from the Early 1950’s when he was Stationed in Europe, hands down, have inspired my need for Wanderlust and taking Pictures of it. He has the ability to capture the Heart of the Moment as well as the Offbeat. He bought me First Camera, and to this day, still encourages me to look for the Different in things.
I have been taking Pictures since I was 11, and have shot with 5 (4 of which I still have) Film Cameras into my late 20’s (can you guess which ones they are?):
In My recent move back home on the River, I’ve Rediscovered some Gems.
In my Teens, 20’s + Mid 30’s, I lived through Black + White Film:
Me … Queens, New York, 1985
On our way out for the day, I asked my Auntie where these steps led. She said that’s where we keep our Bins. I loved the light, and I asked her to take my Picture. It wasn’t until I got the Film back, did I realize, how cool the Juxtaposition was of me, all clean and put together, sitting next to the Trash. Thus, my life long habit of hunting for Randomness, began.
Waiter … NYC, 1985
I was walking around Little Italy with my Minolta around my neck, when I heard a voice bellow ‘ Take My Picture !’ I can’t recall his name, but I do remember the energy on that street. I love that ‘John’ was walking out of Frame and the other Waiter in the background.
Wee Lad … NYC, 1985
It was only a Split Second, but when he walked by me I knew I had to take his picture. I have always been careful of taking pictures of Children and asking for Permission. But, this Photo I took on the sly and I feel it made it more Quirky.
Guitarist … NYC, 1985
Walking fast amongst the Crowd, I caught sight of this Musician strumming in the doorway. I stepped back, snapped, and kept on walking.
On the Move … Coney Island, 1985
In traffic, I looked up and saw this intense Conversation. I love how the Window framed them.
On a Bike … Merida, Mexico, 1987
After the Pyramids in Chichen Itza, we walked around Merida. His bike caught my eye.
Michael Hutchence … Madison Square Garden, 1988
My Late 1980’s + Early 90’s are defined by INXS. I saw them 3 times in 1988. This Gig was the most memorable, as we were able to sneak close to the Stage. RIP Michael, you were big, bright Shooting Star.
Mom + Dad … Muir Woods, 1988
Simply put, the light. Still my Favorite photo of my Parents.
Mama … Miami, 1995
My First Trip to Miami was with my Dominican Professor/Friend to visit her Familia. I absolutely fell in love with them, her Culture, and Her Mama.
Playing … Bohol, Philippines, 1998
My First Trip to the Philippines was on a Medical Mission. We did get some time to explore, and whilst we were driving around, I looked out the Window, and saw these kids crossing a path. One of my Favorite shots from the whole Trip.
Some Random Black + White Favorites:
I did Shoot Color Film as well:
At my Grandparents Farm, I distinctively remember seeing Dad in between the edge of the window and the top of the trunk lid. Daddy saw me taking his picture and smiled!
At the Tower of London, we were walking around and I remember how Proud he seemed. After I took this, he waved at Me!