We miss it here in north Texas. We’ve had far too little for far too long.
I shot this photo as part of a DallasNews.com slideshow at the Most Good Music Festival in Fort Worth on September 6, 2014. Nobody, even devout concert-goers, was complaining about the rain. Jack Ingram and Stoney LaRue headlined and although several bands were rained out in the afternoon, Ingram and LaRue went on to perform in a constant drizzle.
I heard no whining.
This shot of Jemez Falls came from a small workshop I taught on night photography this past Labor Day weekend on the Jemez River in northwestern New Mexico. We all enjoyed the respite from the 100-degree Texas temperatures and the four days with no cell phone or Internet reception. Even the small town of Jemez Springs has no cellular service.
The waxing gibbous moon wasn’t a factor in these shots and the Milky Way provided more than enough light for our group. A blue-filtered flashlight provided the color.
We saw elk and mule deer from our camp at 7,800 feet. Our return home featured a Sunday morning breakfast at Cafe Pasqual‘s in Santa Fe and a tour of the Monroe Gallery where legendary photojournalist Steve Schapiro‘s work is featured.
The Monroe Gallery is, in my opinion, the finest gallery for photojournalism on earth and I never miss the opportunity to spend an hour there looking at the work of my photographic heroes and, increasingly, my photographic contemporaries.
Speaking of contemporaries, John Filo’s Pulitzer Prize-winning shot from the Kent State Massacre is available for purchase in a limited edition of 50 signed prints.
Soon, my friend and teacher Joe McNally’s work will go up at Monroe Gallery through Nov. 26 and I’m looking forward to making a return trip to Santa Fe to see Joe’s first one-man show in that fabulous gallery space.
Dallas Cowboys fullback Robert Newhouse, 64, died Tuesday July 22, 2014 at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn.
I was a 23-year-old photographer working at the Denton Record-Chronicle in December of 1978 when my best friend bought me a pair of tickets to see Tom Waits and Leon Redbone at The Palladium Ballroom. The December 2nd show was just a couple of weeks shy of my 24th birthday.
I was then, and continue to be, a fan of both artists but I’ve followed Waits’ career closely. His lyrics have always inspired me and he remains one of my favorite writer/performers. I’ve always believed that poetry, like art, is where you find it and Waits does it better than most.
Waits’ “The Heart of Saturday Night” album is pure genius. The Billboard Top Ten for 1978 featured no less than five songs by the Bee Gees and/or Andy Gibb. Debbie Boone and the Commodores were up there too and while Andy was asking “How deep is your love?” Waits was warning his squeeze that “If I exorcise my devils, well, my angels may leave too.”
My best friend, whom I just happened to be married to, accompanied me and I shot photos while Waits performed.
The Dallas Morning News writer, Pete Oppel did an interview with Waits during his Dallas stop and you can read that here.
This photo and others by several talented Dallas photographers are included in the upcoming “Shot In Dallas” exhibit at Kettle Art in Deep Ellum.
My recent three-day pilgrimage to Terlingua took me past the Playboy Marfa installation which is much closer to Marfa than Prada Marfa. Prada Valentine would certainly be more accurate since it’s maybe a quarter-mile from the town. Back in July the Texas Highway Department gave the artist, Richard Phillips, 45 days to remove the structure but it’s still standing.
According to some Marfans Prada Marfa is art and Playboy Marfa is, well, something less.
Yeah, I love the headline too.
FW Weekly editor Gayle Reaves liked my John Graves blog well enough that she re-published it with another of my John Graves photos in the current (August 7-14) issue. I’m delighted that she thought enough of the tiny piece to publish it. Not a story, so much as a remembrance of my visits with John.
It was John’s words that put me on that river 30 years ago and will find me there again this October.