9mm gun and 75 bullets, bolt cutters, a GPS unit, an infrared light, telescope, a digital camera, an air ticket, two mobile phones and a blank cheque
Rally Against Budget Cuts in Higher Education
This slideshow requires JavaScript.
Rally for Economic Success
The rally for economic success was held the other day in some blistering heat. I parked, having escaped from work right as it started and headed over. I grabbed the hasselblad and leica and some film and trundled towards the entrance to be informed by a marshall that I was not getting in with my bag. I drove away, and then saw some moratorium supporters, against the thrust of the larger rally inside the cajundome, commanding a corner with signs.
The protesters would hold their signs and sometimes yell at cars, sometimes being yelled at from cars. Strangely, and I suspect a vestige of racism, many cars shouted for them to get a job. Which is amazing considering the ten thousand people inside the cajundome were also in attendance at the same time. But black people, protesting during the day, probably don’t have jobs unlike those inside. A few more yelled terrorist and the like, and a few cars got into yelling matches mostly highlighting prefabricated phrases that both side sought to sell yell the loudest at each other.
A lady asked me who I worked for and I said Olive Garden, to a blank stare. My purpose was to see how democracy worked. That is, how do three hundred million find a consensus, exchange ideas, and govern themselves. This is important to me, because as I understand it, we govern ourselves, we are not governed. But I’m not sure if the futility of holding a sign on Congress Street is the intrinsic small voice allocated to one three-hundred-millionth of a body politic or if the idea truly doesn’t matter and there will be a “referendum” every two to four years voted on party lines, and the “good” of the people will be exercised as seen fit, not as deliberated.
I left the rally wondering what would be the result, if any, of the day. The governor, Bobby Jindal, was there, but he came to declare his position, not receive it. One could argue the multi-thousand turnout would be confirmation of what he said, but I still can’t make up my mind. Something leaves me uneasy inside, as if we must deal with what we are handed down, regardless of support, either popular or unpopular.
This unease comes from the distance this will have from us. Currently, court challenges and executive order are the vehicles for the current controversy. Regardless, congress is out of it. And they seem incapable to do anything. Its as if we are always too slow to do anything, and can only legislate after a disaster, not before it. For instance, financial reform comes after a financial meltdown, not before. Credit default swaps become regulated after a 770 billion dollar money infusion and trillions in guarantees, but not in foresight, only after. Its as if we are always behind, solving problems rather than anticipating them.
I’m unsure of whether we are capable of governing ourselves.
Film v. Digital
THE FILM
So this is the quandary: I have a digital workflow and a film workflow running side by side. I hear about the beauty of the leica. how amazing the lenses are –leica glow, unparalleled sharpness. I mean, come on, the cheap end of the spectrum is a 1972 f/2 for about $500. No way some sigma 50 could come anywhere near this. I’ve got a hasselblad 500cm with a lovely zeiss 80 on the end of it. How film gives you the intangible “soul” or whatever that digital files will never have. The latitude, the beautiful grain, yada yada yada.
Now all of this is tempered that to get the “beautiful” negative into something allowing me to edit and print, I must scan it. Now this is where my huge conundrum comes. I want to like film. I want to be a film shooter. I want to just have a bunch of rolls on me, two spare lithium batteries for the m6, a 35 cron and a 90 elmarit and have the ultimate kit. Light enough to have my entire photographic kit on me and never feel it, and barely weigh more than the domke bag that holds it.
But I must scan film. And this seems to be ruining everything in my film bag. I’ve got a nice leica lens, a beautiful all black m6, develop my own tri-x and hp5+ and tmax and across and 120. But the scanner is the hold-out. I’m an instant gratification guy- that’s why I develop my own black and white. Or at least at first. But being able to push and pull film means I’ll be a principally black and white shooter anyways at any given time. I haven’t gotten into c-41 as I don’t trust my temperature holding skills. But I have to have my films back in an hour. Just the way I do it.
But I just can’t get the results out of my film that I should. My scans, about the same size as my digital files don’t hold a candle on the sharpness that I get from my native digital files.
THE DIGITAL
So what camera makes my leica glass look bad? Probably any decent DSLR these days. Mine happens to be a D700. Of course I was obsessed with going full-frame and figured this would make my pictures amazing. You know, no crop factor makes amazing pictures. The reason that I say any DSLR and not any decent lens, is that I shoot with a nikon AI-S 24/2.8 that to me is sharp as a tack.
This file is, compared to the film version, superior in every way that i can tell. It is sharper, it has no dust on it, the color is better, and it is not a heavily compressed tonal range from using brutal levels while scanning setting black and white points. This is a 14 bit converted full frame nikon file and it is amazing. There is no ND filter as I can select my ISO and shoot at 1/8000 if needed. Amazing.
The color is so easy to get good. Perfect fidelity to capture time. And it seems almost ok that I can’t shoot color all that well on film. To ignore the color and work on my tri-x and hp5+ seems acceptable. But here’s another problem:
This is an amazing conversion. The film version of this shot is a joke. It is disgusting. Thus, i guess what i need to do is try someone’s Nikon Coolscan 9000. I need to know that film can be as sharp when it is not subjugated to such a weak link in the optical chain like the v500. I just need to see what greater fidelity to the negative looks like to see if film is worth the headache. Because right now, I’m having trouble justifying film. I really want to. The kit is light. I can have it anywhere. I love the rangefinder. i love how small it is. I love the reputation. I want to love film. But I don’t at the moment.
Walk About
It’s always fun to walk about another city and go downtown to a park. Amazingly, I watched a man throw his last quarter into a fountain, saying that he didn’t care about money to have him ask me a few minutes later for money. I gave him .75.
The Dockmaster
No one would talk to us. We were told repeatedly that everyone was under contract with BP to stay quiet. Thus photographs were hard to come by. We met one happy man down from Philadelphia to make his fortune over the summer. He could not have been a nicer guy, talking to us when others wouldn’t. But the only person who would really talk to us even for a minute was the dockmaster.
This man lived on the dock it seemed, smoked cigarettes as he pumped gas into the myriad boats involved in the cleanup process. Contrary to populist rage, the wharfs entire income right now is based on BP. They buy the gas, food, hotels, etc. for a fleet of contracted boats to collect and disperse booms to soak up the oil. This is the dockmaster:
Just get out there and push the buttons. Grab your brain a lens and a few rolls of film and get out there and create. Have a goal, a mood, whatever and do it. I’m certainly not very good at following this, but I need to be. This is my self-motivation, not yours














































