The democratization of photography continues apace—look at me. I don't know my ass from an f-stop and yet, if I take enough pix with my digital camera on auto, I can get something decent. And publish it. OK, so I won't get any money for it unless it's the arrest of the guy they thought had the bomb in LaGuardia this morning. That's the access thing, which really is all about being there and getting it up (on line) (also courage).
But I can tell the difference between a picture made by someone who does nothing else like my friends Chien-Chi or Donna and a picture made by, for instance, me. It's the eye. And sometimes the ear. Check out Chien-Chi's Escape from North Korea.
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
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Oh and yes, the same goes for writing, too.
Well, you write pretty good songs, if nothing else.
And you're a whiz at property management.
You've written a few things of note in your day.
And where would we be without your photographs every day?
You may not be Walker Evans or Chien-Chi, but you are Henri Cartier Bresson to us, babe.
Yo Dowling....don't look like hard luck and f***ing misery to me! :-) mcnally
Hey Joe, Just listened to Copperhead Road yesterday and thought of you!
"LIGHT, Dowling, LIGHT. Photography—engraving with LIGHT!"
Actually on my way to Asheville day after tomorrow for the first time since our road tritt.
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