Portion of a photograph by Bob Bathrick.
May 8th, 1999

In My Dreams
We had our night photography class wrap up last night. Everyone brought in their slides and contact sheets, compared exposure times and talked with Troy Paiva and his wife, who had come in to show us some of his night photography work, particularly things he'd done in the western deserts. He's fascinated with derelict buildings and airplane graveyards, photographed at night and illuminated by everything from flashlights to the headlights of passing cars and hand held strobes. The results are an eerie treatment of discarded America in jet blacks and weird saturated color.

Bob Bathrick, one of the students in the group, handed out a promotional Promotional card for Bob Bathrick's show. card for his "Three Views" exhibition opening on May 22nd at the Albany Arts Gallery in Albany, California. (No I don't know where Albany is either, but it's around here somewhere so I'll look it up on a map.) I think I'd like to go to see what he's been shooting. Both he and our fellow student Ron were are working toward becoming professional photographers, something that's always sounded like too much work. Back when I was younger I would have, well, shit, I would have said the same thing. You become a photographer the same way you become a writer: "It's the hardest thing I know, except for everything else." I believe it's Nelson Algren I'm misquoting, but you get the idea.

I think I shy away from the discipline and tenacity involved. Bob Bathrick If I were to progress beyond the "snapshot shooter" phase I would have to get serious about "making" my pictures. I shot one or two photographs during the night photography sessions, for example, that might make decent finished photographs. To get them to the "finished photograph" stage, though, I'd have to go back and reshoot them to really get the composition and the technical side right. I would have to worry about the processing and the finished print production with real attention to detail. None of it comes by waving a camera in something's direction and sending the prints to the Museum of Modern Art when you get them back from Kodak.

So I'm taking my photography one leisurely step at a time. A year on focus here, a year on exposure there, none of it coming into conflict with my early morning coffee or my after dinner nap (when the light is at its best and real photographers are out shooting up a sweat). Shit. Maybe I should send for one of those "Become a Hot Photographer in Three Sleep Filled Nights" courses on CD and learn it all through specially padded headphones as I sleep: Exposure, composition and dream analysis all wrapped in one. Cartier-Bresson without having to lug a camera around. It could happen. In my dreams.


 
The banner photograph and first photograph are from a promotional piece announcing Bob Bathrick's show in Albany. I took the digital photograph of Bob at the night photography session. I took others, but the subjects wouldn't have appreciated my running them.

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