The man, the mystery, the telegraph pole. I got one shot of Blake before my battery died. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
Blake Andrews was impressed by my ability to find Sam Bond’s Garage without a GPS and I was impressed by the beer that came in mason jars. It’s a Eugene thing?
Meeting with Blake Andrews – just one and half hours shy of the end of PPOTR – ended up playing out like a debrief.
Like a beer-swilling psychotherapist, Blake asked questions and plumbed the depths of the trip. I saw with fresh eyes the particulars and the peculiars of the trip.
Blake and I looked over images by photographers I’d met along the way. I heard the sound of a jaw hitting the floor behind me; I realized some folk are not familiar with photographs of pregnant female prisoners, shanks, scars, dubious conditions and electrocution victims.
Somewhere in the mix, Blake suggested I was like Kevin Bacon. I had connected with the flesh and bloods behind the pixels and tweets. Six degrees or not, this has less to do with me and most to do with the generosity of others … and maybe a lot of mutual curiosity.
Intrigued by pictures of bloggers in their domestic environments, Blake said I should share them as a fun exercise. In order of appearance:
Michael Shaw
Andy Adams
Kevin Miyazaki (interrogated by Darren Hauck and Carlos Javier Ortiz)
Joerg Colberg
John Edwin Mason
Blake was only disappointed there weren’t more portraits. And, then as I thought of it, so was I.
Yes, photos of my time with Michael, Andy, Kevin, Joerg and John, but what about the blogger photo-ops I missed? Aline Smithson, Miki Johnson, Jakob Schiller, Bryan Formhals and James Pomerantz all avoided the attentions of my Lumix DMC-ZS7.
I was juggling so many activities on the trip that I didn’t think to photograph everyone. Why wasn’t I more aggressive at getting the pictures? I guess I’m not a photographer.
More photo-pholks that I missed my Terry Richardson moment with: Jeff Barnett-Winsby, Michael Mazzeo, Whitney Johnson, Lance Rosenfield, Michael Wichita, Louie Palu, Donald Weber, Max Whitakker, Lara Shipley, Tony Dolezal, Mikael Kennedy, Nancy McCrary, Robert Lyons, Greg Ruffing, Christopher Colville, and Brendan Seibel. All of these peeps are beautiful and talented people; legends now or legends-in-the-making.
In many things I succeeded on PPOTR, but in capturing on digital file the faces of those I met, I failed.
And think, I also met and interviewed 40 photographers.
My ventures got Blake to thinking about a couchsrufrer.org specifically for photo-pholk. Something like it may already exist. Certainly, the Facebook Flak Photo Network reaches a good few thousand immediately, but FPN was not established to support the wanderings and dalliances of photographers.
I reckon Blake needs to create a “Homeless Photographer App” making it easy for you to find that key under the gnome and crash on a couch far, far away.
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January 14, 2012 at 9:15 am
Blake Andrews
Pete, you’re living in a type of prison, the prison of battery-dependent cameras. Cameras worked fine without batteries all the way through the 1960s. If you want to be a free man, pick up one of these old manual bodies on eBay. You’ll never run out of batteries again.
January 14, 2012 at 9:57 am
Lisbeth
Extra batteries for Lumix or Leica are cheap. Charge em on the fly. Take it out and put it back in camera for a few extra shots. Love your work!! 61 y/o photographer here. Thank you for your enthusiasm & talent!
January 15, 2012 at 12:21 pm
brendan
Wish I had a moment of domesticity starring Donald Weber from time spent in Kyiv but unfortunately he was away and occupied. Very unfortunate– if I’d crashed on his couch I would maybe have stood a chance in Ukraine.
I do, however, have several f you in your blogging environs.
January 18, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Aline Smithson
Always grateful for a dead battery.
January 21, 2012 at 1:59 pm
petebrook
I’m going to get L.A.’s finest paparazzi on you, Aline!
March 12, 2012 at 4:12 pm
petebrook
Those stolen portraits don’t quite compare to Weber’s.