“It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again.
Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life.”
“The concept of social justice, which purports to promote equality among the lines of gender and ethnicity, is based on intersectional feminist theory. Per the theory, certain classes of people are naturally oppressors, while others are victims. There’s nothing more divisive than that.”
Perhaps I ought not delve into it too deeply if I don’t intend to follow the whole conversation through before moving onto the next project – but it is portrait month, and I do think this is an interesting one. This is a portrait self-proclaimed revolutionary, activist, and savior of the people; that hasn’t quite been my experience of the man, but I certainly have to respect the passion, even if I don’t quite understand the method or appreciate the affectation.
“I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.”
I could fill several volumes with images gathered from the All Souls’ Procession. I haven’t made it out to the celebration every single year, but I have missed very few. In more than fifteen years, I still think this is the one that I enjoy the most – a photograph of a random young girl in the middle of 4th Avenue. This wasn’t staged – I just turned around and saw this little girl;she looked at me with my camera turned towards her.
”Photography for me is not looking, it’s feeling. If you can’t feel what you’re looking at, then you’re never going to get others to feel anything when they look at your pictures.”
One of Bisbee’s finest, Coleman here is never afraid to take off his shirt at the local saloons. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s addition to the ‘Image A Day’ project. This month it’s nothing but portraits, and I have plenty more to share.
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
“If you haven’t fallen off a horse then you haven’t been ridin’ long enough.”
Today’s portrait, for ‘Portrait Month,’ is a gentleman I met in Tombstone some years ago. David was always – and I imagine still is – a very kind and soft-spoken man with a severe gaze that betrays his gentler nature. I enjoyed our conversations, and I’ve been following him in his feature-film endeavors. He certainly looks the part.
”Photography is about finding out what can happen in the frame. When you put four edges around some facts, you change those facts.”
This is Craig. He calls himself C-Sharp. This is a rare photograph because this man is always donning large, reflective sunglasses; he’s always hiding behind his hat and sunglasses. He suffered a stroke, years ago, and struggles to walk; he shuffles up Main Street with his guitar and plays the occasional song before inching up the hill to the soup kitchen. He’s been around the block more than once and, despite his physical limitations and he lack of teeth, he makes are and carries a positive attitude.
That’s more than I can for most folks that have everything they could need.
Today’s portrait is for you, C-Sharp. And ‘Portrait Month’ will continue tomorrow with another fresh face. See you there.
“The true beauty of music is that it connects people. It carries a message, and we, the musicians, are the messengers.”
Today’s portrait is an older one, from six or seven years ago, taken in Downtown Tucson. This guy has been making music for most of his life, and he’s a killer fiddle player. ‘Portrait Month’ continues tomorrow and for the rest of July – I hope to see you back here again!
“Taking an image, freezing a moment, reveals how rich reality truly is.”
I never really got to know this guy very well, but I’ve always been drawn to travelers, musicians, and artists. This dude blew through town pretty quickly, but not before I got to listen to some good music and nab a few photographs. ‘Portrait Month’ continues tomorrow, so stay tuned.
“Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet.
If you have met one, hold on to her, she’ll allow you into her chaos but she’ll also show you her magic.”
That is the lie of the gypsy woman.
The spark, the freedom, and the awareness? The gift and the magic? They aren’t real.
This is a portrait of a wandering spirit.