I have been poor at posting anything as of late. It seems school has been taking all of my time. The classes are going very well spring break is over which allowed some time to catch up and move a little ahead. It has really amazed me as to much there is to learn about the history of photography and the uniqueness of the medium. Information that I knew intuitively I can now use words to express those feelings. Tone, texture, depth etc. all of definition and boundaries in photography as well as any other art form.
The early photographer's were a hardy lot, traipsing about the country side with glass plates and chemicals to develop those plates
This is "Bill" one of the denizens of the pier homeless that I am using as my project for this semester. Trying to show how these folks are really lost to our society. For whatever reason we seem to ignore them when they are in plain sight. Most are pretty social and enjoy talking about themselves, if given the opportunity. They all are unique many are mentally ill, few have choosen this form of life, but they all laugh and smile when the opportunity arises. Drugs and alcohol play a pretty big part in many of their lives. Some like "Bill" live on the pier with fishing poles out all the time. He just can not get caught sleeping. He has a valid license to fish, and fishing is allowed 24hours a day on the pier.
