El Paso Day 2

I got up early and checked out the area around the hotel. I scouted it the night before.

Call Sheets: How not to do it

I am in the process of booking a hotel in New York for an upcoming trip to meet with reps. I used to stay just stay in the cheapest hotel I could find but as I get older my personal comfort is becoming all important.

We shot a job in LA last year. There was a little wiggle room in the budget for a nice hotel so I ended up staying at L'Ermitage in Beverly Hills. This is by far the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in. I think the room had more square feet than my house and put the P in Phat. They provided me with letter head and business cards with my name on it with the hotel contact info on it. So I settled into my room and checked my email.

Oh look the producer has sent call sheets. I see my name and my assistants name with our respective numbers and rooms numbers at L'Ermitage. Let's see where everyone else is staying: Oh Dear. They are all staying at a Best Western in Long Beach. All of them the client and agency people. Yikes this does not look good.

The next day at the preproduction everyone made small talk and made sure to stay clear of discussion of accommodations. The weather is always safe. Or at least in LA you can always talk about the traffic.

El Paso Day 1

My plane landed at 430 and the sun set at 530 and managed to grab this on the way to the hotel. I shot this plant a bunch of ways but liked this approach the best.

El Paso

Photo Safari

When I worked as an intern at a newspaper in Florida when I had a day off I would jump in the car and just drive and take pictures of things that interested me along the way.

All my children and my wife has been sick for the last three weeks and I am starting to go a little stir crazy. Everyone is on the mend so I am off. A big storm is about to hit all of California so after some weather searching I have picked El Paso to begin my safari.

Flight leaves at 1130.

Reno encore

Another series of pictures of nothing or almost nothing.

15 Hours in Reno

Coming home

I came across this church on the way into Dallas from DFW. I think it is called Trinity Ministry Broadcasting. There were a bunch of buildings in the complex along with a virtual realty tour and a production facility. I spent a couple days shooting it.

The first day I parked a mile away and lugged my equipment across a series of medians and gullies. I was convinced the church had a ton of security and did not allow any one to photograph let alone park nearby. The next day I just parked in the church parking lot and walked around.

Shooting landscapes means you spend alot of time waiting for light. Often I will have to wait for a couple hours for a shadow to move or for the sun to get where I like it. In Dallas it got me thinking about my own church experience.

As a kid I was in a boys choir for 10 years at an Episcopal church up the street from our house in Baltimore. I was raised an atheist and spent the $10/month I was paid on candy and Dungeons and Dragons figures. My brother and I would go into the church so he could play the massive organ while I photographed him. He went on to get a Phd in Music theory and I can still barely carry a tune. During rehearsals and performance the choir leader would always make wild hand gestures at me to indicate it might be best if I sang more softly or better yet mouthed the words.

Many years later I found myself at a different church: The Oakland Coliseum. My girlfriend at the time (now wife) and I had decided to" take a break" and I was in a world of pain. I was lost and was searching for something to hold on to. I saw a billboard on the highway saying that Billy Graham was coming for a three day revival. In the Bay Area you are more likely to have some one admit to having a special relationship with a farm animal then admit to being born again.

I sat way up high on Mt Al Davis, hundreds of rows above the field and waited for him to speak. I had to sit through Christian boy bands , rock-bands and the worst: Christian rap. Finally way down on the filed I saw a man with silver hair whizzing toward the stage in the passenger seat of a golf cart. The Reverend Billy Graham.

He was an amazing speaker and told the story of his religious conversion as a boy. He told how he found Jesus and how it changed his life. He then invited any one of us 60,000 poor souls who wanted to turn his life over to Jesus to come forward. And slowly like little ants approaching an ant hill I saw hundreds of people moving foreword. And I felt the pull. Here was an answer to all my problems and here were all these other people who seemed to think Jesus was the answer.

But I couldn't do it. I had no connection to Jesus and never considered myself a Christian nor had I ever read the Bible.

So I climbed off Mt Davis, got back on the BART and over time repaired the relationship with my future wife. Years later we have four children and some kind of faith in something out there.

Sometimes when I am driving alone through the central valley coming back from LA I turn on AM radio until I come across a preacher talking about Jesus and I feel the pull and think about those ants heading home to the hill...

Dallas

There is a fine line between a picture of nothing and a picture of nothing that really works. I often mistake one for the other.

Co-Best In Show

Fellow bathtub photographer Emily Merrill and I discuss her decision to make me Honorary Co- Best in Show (HOCBIS) winner at the APA Show last night. We talked about reprinting the party invitations with MY image on it but fugured the APA bigwigs would never go for it.

Better Art Direction than Photography

Here is one of those cases where the art direction was alot better than the photography. Wachovia Bank.

Where's the helicopter?

Got back early this AM after shooting Tostitos for The Marketing Arm in Dallas. It was a beautiful day in a beautiful location. Not a bad way to make a living. Got some personal shooting as well so tune in for that.

Da Show

Retouching all the life out of it

I worry that sending an image to the retoucher sometimes takes the life out of a picture that is better off left alone. It is not the retocuher's fault. Maybe an image is better the more imperfect it is. Maybe it is more alive.

Bombing

I photographed this comedian this week. He had a big show that night and I asked him if he ever got stage fright and he said no he had been doing it too long. And then I sheepishly asked him if he ever bombed on stage. He said no it had been a really long time since he had really tanked.

It got me thinking about myself of course. When was the last time I made a truly bad image? It has been a while for sure. In fact I remember it well. It was raining. The art director was there and I was working too hard to make him happy and ended up with something nobody liked. Of course it ran as a double truck and it still makes me wince to think about.


I remember when I was 16 working for the local weekly. I had turned a bathroom off my bedroom into a darkroom. In the summer in Baltimore it was so hot that I would process in my underwear. Once I put the fixer in before the developer and ended up with nothing. I felt like I was going to faint. I called the chief photographer who hired me and he said not to worry I could reshoot it for the following week.

Nothing feels as bad as blowing it.

One one more

Archive Ad

Archive magazine came in the mail today.

Thomas Broening: Father of the Year

I love reading in blogs and agent/photographer websites about how devoted these shooters are to their children and how it is all about the kids. I have a ton of kids and unlike my colleagues sometimes I miss the mark in terms of the parenting/ work balance.

This summer I was with my kids at Totland Park in Berkeley. I was trying to land a pretty big job via conference call and for some reason thought it would be a good idea to have the call while at the playground. In my defense I think that was the only time the AD was available but ...

Everything was going great and the client was on the phone as well and the concept was actually cool and something I wanted to do when in the corner of my eye I see my youngest child fall off the swing and land on her stomach. She is 3 1/2 and starts balling. I run over and pick her and see that she is fine. She has had the wind knocked out of her and is just a little freaked out. So I am trying to hold her in one arm and cover the mouth piece with the other. It is not working well and everyone on the call wants to know what is going on and I reassure everyone she is fine and will stop screaming any minute.

I look at her and tell her she needs to stop crying. This of course does nothing but make her cry louder. So here I am in this jam. I want to stay on the phone to land the big tuna but I also have this distressed child. So I do what father's have done since we all lived in caves. I put her down and walked away. And then.... the looks started. The Berkeley moms at the park were so appalled by what I had done that all they could do is look at me with their squinty eyes and hemp baby slings.

Looking back would I do it again? Probably not. I should have just called them all back later or not had the call at the park in the first place. But when you are out in the wild hunting wearing nothing but a bear skin thong your judgment sometimes gets a little clouded.

Bldg

Shot this building this weekend. I think there is an image here somewhere but not sure I found it. It is a mile from my house and I remember being in the lobby a couple years ago for a meeting and thinkng I should come back here someday. Maybe I have been looking at Jorg Colberg's blog too much.

at-edge

It always amazes me to see the process of coming up with an idea, shooting it, editing it and then seeing it makes its way into the body of work that I show.

You never call/Would you please stop calling me!

I never know if I should call after I shoot a job . Half the time the AD/PE has moved on to the next project and the last thing they want to do is talk to me.

On rare occasions they ask me to explain a photograph. As in;"What is that? Why did you shoot that?" If I have to explain something then for sure I have failed. I communicate using images and if words are needed then it obvoiously is not working.

One more

I found another image from the new overpass series. I am not sure if I will end up using 4 (four is an unlucky number) but it is nice to have the choice.

QM2 Outake

Rights Grab down the street from my house

I feel like Doug Adesko shot ths exact image but not sure.

Going it alone

While I look for a new agent I will have to represent myself which seems like a fool's errand. It is one of those learning experiences no doubt. Which is just another word for something that will be hard, frustrating but in the end I will gain some experience which will make me stronger. Like broccoli or going to the dentist. I still feel like I made the right decision but does not mean I have to like the process.

Heather

After 4 years Heather Elder and I have decided to no longer work together. I have nothing but positive things to say about her and there was never a day when I was not impressed by her intelligence, hard work and attitude. She will be difficult to replace.

So now I will begin the long process of finding representation. It should be interesting.

48 Hours later...

For the Next 48 hours I am a genius

I have been working on a new project all weekend and have to wait until Tuesday 1pm before I get the film back. So for the next 48 hours anything is possible. For the next two days I am the next Richard Misrach, I have gotten the cover the CA photo annual and I have landed the huge Nike campaign. Hope Tuesday never comes.

Grenade! Grenade! F11!

in the WWII when the enemy threw grenades into a foxhole a brave soldier would sacrifice his life and smother the grenade with his body. On photo shoots it works the same way. When a snooping PR agent will want to see a polaroid I will call out grenade! and an assistant will dive on top of the polaroid. The key stroke f11 works well when we shoot digital but we still say grenade cuz it makes us sound tough.

Photographer enters contest. Wins!

Three images in APA SF.