JAMES CRAIG PHOTOGRAPHY

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August First Friday in Havre de Grace

Monday, August 28, 2017

…man, the sax player was good… I'm a little late posting August First Friday – September's is less than a week away. We only had time for a quick run-through – one of those ill planned days. Nan had something for supper going in the crock-pot because we both forgot it was First Friday. Oops. It was something that we couldn't let overcook. September we'll make sure and be able to stay into dark – that ought to be interesting.

     One can lose track of how many bands, singers, etc. are scattered across town. Stores, businesses, etc. sponsor a mostly different list of performances every month. My favorite this month was the saxophone player above – Fostina Dixon our of Wilmington Delaware. In her day she played with a number of the old name bands and orchestras. She set up in a little courtyard that serves as access to a wedding shop and sweets shop. There were even a couple of little tables.

     I shot for a few minutes, until I knew I had the shot I wanted, and then purchased a CD of her instrumentals, some recognizable tunes, before moving on. As I mentioned, we were on a mission to walk each block and street once. A few more shots and short notes: as always, larger versions are grouped on the Havre de Grace Street page.

Heavy on individual singers this month, here’s a couple we enjoyed:

And there are always a couple of street-painters. Check out the socks on the second one:

I had to hold my camera over my head to get above all the parents and family gathered to watch this group of kids dance. Once it started even that was impossible. They assigned them a spot on a side street that got direct sun in their eyes – not so good:

Before rushing home to our dinner, I took this shot of one of the carvings in one sculptors booth. I did stop to tell him, since he’s never been to Easter Island, what it meant to carve a moai with just dips for the eyes (the final carving was not done until the moai was placed on the ahu, allowing coral eyes with obsidian pupils to be installed). I assured him that he had come close enough that it wouldn’t be out of place in a shop in the Island. Made us feel right at home:

UPDATES

The Moon has been Eaten Volume II

I've just ordered one printed. Why one? Because inevitably there will be some major oversight that for some reason never showed up with home printings. Besides, this is all about the images and one can't know how they will print until actually seen.

We'll get it at the end of this week.Hopefully, with adjustments made to the file, I'll have a showable display copy. And I'll be able to calculate cost based on ordering maybe a dozen copies (there's a slight discount for multiple orders). Even at that, the cost is likely to be about $100 each – that's the nature of the large print-to-order digital book beast.

While this is actually more for us and enough others to account for ordering maybe six more, I'll be happy to include orders from anyone who responds to the call – at cost.

The PDFs

Now that the second volume is done, I'm in the process of creating separate PDF files of the two books. That means removing the additions to the original PDF and putting them into the second one. This work too will be done by the end of the week. And again, both will be posted as free downloads.

Next week's posting should signal the end of over a decade of work on the Easter Island project.


Bluebirds – Link to posting

We're continuing to learn about the Bluebirds. It seems the nest in our little birdhouse had just one egg (or only one hatched). So for a couple of weeks after hatching, the parents were only somewhat busy feeding the lonely thing. Then, suddenly one night, it was gone and the next abandoned. Certainly not the success the pair's previous nest had with three, maybe four juveniles following them around for a week or more. I assume that the new juvenile is now tagging along wherever they go.

I was awfully lucky to have the opportunity to get those shots. Any promise of more fizzled.


Prints on Metal and Acrylic Prints

So much for that grand experiment (for the most part anyway). My observations and conclusions:

1 – Prints on Metal (as well as Acrylic prints) have to be printed by other than the artist. I would hardly see myself as creating individual works of art if, half way through the process, I sent the files off to be printed.

2 – Being dye-transfers on aluminum sheeting, they have issues: first, they are lower resolution than what one would want out of a B&W.

3 – And, again because of being dye transfer, shadows are considerably blocked (greatly reduced range of tones). With most B&W images shadow detail is a major element, allowing closer scrutiny to reveal more to the viewer.

4 – I checked out an exhibit by a really good photographer working in color and was impressed with the results – but notably his style is bold. The Prints on Metal were striking, bold, contrasty and very effective especially at a distance. He admitted he was hesitant about trying B&W and we had a good discussion about it, where I pretty much confirmed his worries were justified.

6 – Acrylic Prints are face-mounted to the back of a sheet of acrylic (plexiglass). One scratch on the surface and the whole thing, including the art, is useless. At the same time it is considerably more expensive than even the Print on Metal.

5 – In conclusion NEITHER will be a major effort or shift on my part. I do have toe one Print on Metal at the Gallery in town, but will not be making this a regular part of my B&W efforts – in spite of the fact that they are set to become even more of a fad.