MoMA

What makes for the ideal built environment? A roof over every head, a chicken in every pot. Sculpture in the garden. Am hoping my educated friends will inform via comment, who made these feet?

Martin

"our sense of irony is a national treasure and I am very happy to be part of it."--M. Parr

natures mortes

Gilles Peress exhibit Charlottesville Virginia

Peress will [ ] as part of the Look3 photo festival in Charlottesville Saturday afternoon.

tea leaves

Headed to DC for for the election. Circumambulate the White House. Celebrate democratic process.

into the future

a derivative photo, man silhouetted by one of Ed Deasy's images at Charlottesville Photonight's presentation, March 21.

Big Paint

40.01266N 77.538473W

Always ready to reinvent the wheel, I'd hoped to interview Mr. Malcolm Holcombe, didn't happen. Ran across this video by Studio South on Music Allies website, better than me asking my three questions.
Still, I hope to ask them.

cover girl

The Rambler Magazine

thirty three years

Migration Gallery's Invitational show We All Live in Bordertowns is currently open and runs through the end of December. Gallery owners, Rob and Laura, are blogging each day about one of the artists in the show.
In the spirit of eternal, dogged, relentless self promotion
Better yet, Stacey Evans John Grant Maggie Taylor

15 minutes

City Councilor Dave Norris invited three of us from the neighborhood to talk about the Woolen Mills Village National Historic District on his show "Postcards From Charlottesville".
The other Woolies had pre-existing plans.
I joined Dave, carrying audio-visual aids which producer David Dillehunt edited into the 15 minutes.
The show runs 30 minutes. 1st fifteen, Dave talks to councilor elect Holly Edwards, 2nd 15 minutes, all about the Woolen Mills Village.
The show is online.
(accessible if you have broadband and a Windows Media Viewer compatible machine)

seven years

same dog, same light, everything else is different

round and round

David Harvey and Bill Allard in Les Yeux Du Monde gallery

photographer photographs photographer photographing photographer

emmett

postmortem 2

Now launch the small ship, now as the body dies and life departs, launch out, the fragile soul
in the fragile ship of courage, the ark of faith with its store of food and little cooking pans
and change of clothes, upon the flood's black waste.-D.H. Lawrence

home again

Mary returns to Woolen Mills Road four months after a vehicle short-cutting through the neighborhood smashed her house.

God's Poem Writer

Harold Jerome Arnold

then and now

Once concrete Essee was an imitation. Now concrete Essee is the best reminder.

Gaffney, SC

things I love about the south. Live oaks, marshes and the Peachoid.

In 1981 the Peachoid was awarded the "Steel Tank of the Year" award by the Steel Plate Fabricators Association. The artist for the project was Peter Freudenberg, the engineer the Harwood Beebe Company. The tank was fabricated by Chicago Bridge and Iron. The tank belongs to the Gaffney Board of Public Works.

The Peachoid has a capacity of one million gallons (water or peach juice).

arf

Memo to couples, nascent and established: tomorrow is Valentine's day. Ignore at your peril.

patronymics

Historically, economic development and environmental degradation have gone hand in hand.
Yesterday in Virginia we elected new politicians.
Will they kowtow to those who pave and pollute our Edenic state?

corn trinity

In memory the broken stalks, constriction, drought, heat and death forgotten.
Digital apotheosis.
Visit, please visit, when the field has been swept clean. We love in memory.
November.

bye bye

the car sells!

we have lots of rules in Slabtown. no tall grass. no compost piles. no loud music. they call them ordinances.
we have a sign ordinance, a lighting ordinance, a noise ordinance.
the ordinances are tools in the city's arsenal. they are seldom applied.

lucky for Slabtown there isn't a BS-ordinance ordinance. they'd have to beat themselves severely about the head and shoulders.

dreaming of winter

all my machines are melting

report

NPQ, fx

pretty girl

I had one prospective wedding to photograph this year. Sweet couple, she was from Italy, he from the US. In the end I talked them out of hiring me.

People spend real money on weddings, 90% of their lifetime photography budget gone in a day or two.

It is hard to believe that I have been the fortunate recipient of this knot-tying largess. Who would have the courage to hire me? The final paragraph in my contract reads:

Bill Emory is on record as not being a wedding photographer. While these photographs will be made during the course of a wedding and allied events it is to be expected that the photographs' content and composition will be idiosyncratic and will not necessarily conform to any bridal-industry standard.

I attended a wedding today.

The photographers were working in "photo-journalistic style."

That is the bride above.

eternal self promotion

Inked Magazine's current issue includes a six page spread of my pictures.

The photo biz is tough these days. People have to purchase gasoline before they buy their gelatin silver prints.

lead dust

Painting a portion of my house, first time in seventeen years.

Breathing lead dust, up before sunrise, weatherman calling for severe thunderstorms and hail later today.

Took Sophie for a walk in the mist by the river. Picked up a copy of Charlottesville's arts and entertainment weekly, The Hook. Publisher Hawes Spencer has been good to me over the years. Starting when I was a repair plumber and continuing through my other Mr. Fix-it Careers (HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, radiology tech) Hawes' newspaper was my creative outlet.

Staying alive.



Course now there is the Internet, but nothing is quite as fine as works on paper. Great happiness to have what newspaper photographers call a "double-truck", two pages of pictures side by side without advertisements.

Editor Spencer gave me four double trucks in a row.

Hawes is the man!