A Box Of Prints Can Take You A Long Way

box-o-printsWhen I was just a  young pup walking around with a Dome bag full of Tri-x and a Leica.  I would occasionally run into people curious as to what I was doing.  It usually had to do with questions like “Why are you taking my picture?” That would be when I would whip out my little box of 5X7 prints.  Inside the box was around 20 of my latest and greatest.

This would usually put people at ease, and I could continue working with their approval.

I grew up in San Diego, and in San Diego in 1996 the Republican National Convention was gathered along with all the usual wonderful people who usually accompany political conventions.  All the big photographers were there too.  Alex Webb, Abbas, Philip Jones Griffiths just to name a few.  Eddie Adams was also in attendance.  Eddie Adams for those who don’t know was a legendary war and press photographer for the Associated Press.  Since I had no trouble walking up to total strangers, I sauntered up to Eddie, black hat, grizzled but kind expression Eddie and said “Hi My name’s Eric, can I show you some prints”?.

Eddie who was used to talking to student aged people like myself said sure.  He didn’t say a word as he flipped through my box of prints, stopping occasionally to chuckle or just for a long pause on a picture.  Then he spoke.

He mentioned to me that he had a workshop in Upstate New York and thought I should attend, but I needed to apply.  I knew he had a workshop, I knew where it was and I knew only 100 students were accepted.  I was floored, shocked and amazed that Eddie Adams wanted ME to go to HIS workshop.  All I knew of the workshop was that only the best of the best were accepted.

I gathered my print box, said “it was a real pleasure Mr. Adams” And was on my way.

To make a long story short, I did apply, I was accepted and I won top prize at Eddie Adams Workshop.  So I pays to make a little box of prints.



Liber Fieri: Behind the scenes

screen-shot-2017-02-07-at-11-59-21-amIn case you were wondering, I am designing photo book of the photographs I took between 1992-2002.  Specifically photos from Tijuana.

Why did and has it taken so long?  That’s a question I’ve been asking myself off an on for a while now.  I could say “Oh, my computer was too old/slow” but the reality is that I just didn’t get around to it for one reason or another.  Well, that time has past.

Now, The reason I’m using Adobe Lightroom is because I like the interface and the ability to tweak how the images look in the layout.  Luckily, I’m going to be getting help from a graphic designer who will be using Adobe Indesign.  For now the learning curve for Indesign is too steep for my one gear brain to catch up.  At least to the level that’s required to be proficient is not making this project look like a 5 year old did it.

Again, I wish I had done this sooner.  Watching it all come together before my eyes is really exciting.  Stay tuned!

Tough Guy & Strong Arm

tough-guy-&-strong-arm.jpg Sometimes when Street shooting it can be dangerous. You’re just walking around, not minding your own business, and you run into a hardened criminal like this guy.

Tough guy, had a reputation for extreme violence. He  didn’t care that you had a camera, he just wanted it. And if you didn’t oblige him he would beat you down severely.  And then if that wasn’t enough, he’d  have his henchman,”Strong Arm” beat you some more with his deceptively strong homunculuan arm.

To get out of this fix, I just happened to have his favorite candy, a Twix bar.

He also let me leave with My camera. Thank god!

Time Traveler

Chicago 1998  copy 2Dive into it, and get close, but not too close.  Try to make a good picture.  Then keep walking.  As I walk, I try to conger the ghosts of Vivian Meier & Gary Winogrand and hopefully carry on a tradition I love.  I’ve loved being a time traveler.

Chicago is a great city to photograph in. I always loved coming here. It was a lot faster pace from where I grew up in San Diego.  I made this picture in a time before iPhones. I miss those days.

Back In Black

So we’re separated with no women around and we’re drinking vodka from little plastic cups.  And the men break into song.  We seem to be in here for a long time.   My male passport is stamped, so I may as well make a picture or two.  Hope the foods good.  No cheeseburgers here.


No Substitute

Man takes a break from shopping while bird looks on.

Time to take a stance. But I’ve done this before regarding this topic. I LOVE FILM. I love the smell of film, I love the taste of film, and if I wasn’t already married I’d marry film. Film to me just plain looks better. Better than what you ask? Digital.

There, I said it. Film is better than digital. I’ve always felt this & I still do. I agree with Ralph Gibson when he said: ” There have been more images taken in the past 10 years with digital, than in all the history of film based photography, and yet no masterpieces.”

So what do you think?