BurnDiary

 

Candace Owens, Outer Banks artist/photographer, stopped by just now to get me to sign her copy of the June issue of NatGeo with my OBX story in it. I am right now so crazed busy, but how could I say no?

The mother of two of the cutest kids I have ever seen, Candace and her husband Randy are also part of my upcoming American Family series. So you will someday meet the whole family. One of Candy’s paintings (a mermaid) graces my wall. She also shoots weddings and family pictures for local photographer Brooke Mayo.

As you probably know I shoot all the time. Mostly casual snapshots like this. After all, lucky me, photography is very much my hobby. Occasionally I post here, but it always seems awkward. It interrupts the flow of the emerging photographers essays. So I mostly put my stuff on Instagram and share right along with everyone else waiting to see if I have any “likes”. Funny. Essay  in NatGeo, new book out, but looking for “likes” on Instagram. Well honestly I love to see how everyone shoots on a daily basis. What is happening now. I shoot these with my iPhone just to be totally amateurish in nature.

Fact is we all love to do this, so I have a new idea. BurnDiary.

Burn’s own Haik Mesropian has created now for us a new page where we can do this on Burn. Your Instagrams can come here. On a separate Burn “bulletin board” so we can interact for real with new pictures shot with any camera. Only one picture per person per day (yes, you too Panos). Let’s see how it works. Should be fun and it will keep our front page here clean only for essays OR for the the shot that YOU just took that we decide to bring to the front. So sharpen your eye, shoot what is around you in an interesting way, and fire it off to BurnDiary. Details coming soonest on how you will do this.

Thanks for stopping by Candace. Thanks for letting me take a picture of you as well. You are a model mom. My door is open to you and the family any time.

 

457 Responses to “BurnDiary”


  • Imants lol..
    Thanks man I needed to smile…laugh…
    big hug

  • …. You’re right I mean really..
    Maybe morning constipation is the reason for this angry ANTI-tech talk..
    I’m taking your advice and running to the bathroom immediately :)

  • You sure have bee in your butt there …… Panos why do we all have to be interested in instagrams or panograms as you prefer them to be known?

  • Well taht shows your lack of interest in stonemasonary

  • Anyway Panos how are your pipes?

  • Love pipes , I’m sure u refer to Cornpipes right?;)
    As long as they full of greenery then I’m good:)

  • Panos – ‘But as the Eskimos said : “one picture is as good as 666 words”’

    How come you knew this, and I didn’t?

    I think of you not only everyday, but every time I read, hear or watch news from Greece. You too, Civi.

    Anybody:

    For a long time, I have really been hurting for a good film scanner. I used to have a really slow Imacon but it went nuts and blew out a computer. The best I have been able to do since to is take digital pictures of the negative (which can actually work out pretty good when everything comes together just right). I have just been fortunate to land a multi-year project that is going to require that I go back into my pre-digital, mostly black and white negs and my client appears to be willing to help me out with the purchase of a quality scanner.

    Any recommendations?

    To stay on point – I really love my iPhone. I get pictures with it that I could not get with a “real” camera (yet I still use real camera for at least 90 percent. As for iPhone images being last resort, check out my Alaska colleague, Richard Murphy:

    http://blogs.denverpost.com/travel/2012/05/16/call-wild-richard-murphys-iphone-images-alaska/7258/

  • Paul,

    In theory, the more inks you add (tritone, quadtone…) the smoother the gradation between tones becomes, and the “richer” your image looks… in practice though, there are too many factors involved that in the end it’s a case by case type of thing… the whole thing is mostly dependent on the competency (and the experience) of the people doing the pre-press and the people doing the actual printing (besides paper stocks, types of inks, etc, etc)… so, you can find duotones that look much better than quadtones, depending on who did them… for an example, take a look at LensWork, which is stochastic duotone… their quality is exceptional…
    anyway… gotta run (as Bob would say)…
    also, take what I say with a bit of salt… I’m not an expert in this field, just an enthusiast…

  • Bill,
    Depends on your film’s format(s), your budget, and the intended use (how big you’ll print)…
    I have the Epson v700… it’s not bad, but if your budget allows I would suggest the nikon 9000, or better yet the Flextight X5
    cheers

  • Bill.
    If you are able to sell a kidney
    Flextight X1.

    if you are willing to sell your car
    Nikon 9000 ED

    Affordable workhorse that gives good results (once you learn it)
    Epson V750

  • we posted simultaneously and chose the same lineup. I have the V750 and its ok. The holders suck but you can get aftermarket. The software sucks but viewscan or silverfast are very good. If you have dust within 50 miles it WILL find its way onto the scan bed after the thing has been on for more than 20 minutes, but again anti static wipes and an air blower sort that ok. The X1 and X5 are great but I would always just hire out time on one at a calumet workstation. pay by the hour.
    the nikon is great but the holder/feeder is tricky and apart from ebay they are getting hard to find and I dont really trust ebay for this sort of kit.

  • Nikon nolonger makes the 9000.. or any film scanners for that matter.

  • Bill :)
    Great work from Richard Murphy

  • Apropos about absolutely nothing currently under discussion here…

    First, let me say that I have nothing against the idea of the government trying to reform the ills of society. I am not so Panglossian as to believe that this is the best of all possible worlds. Sometimes, whether we want to admit it or not, reform is necessary. No one, for example, quibbles today about whether or not Red Sox fans should have the right to vote, even if buying season’s tickets to see this Satanic horde and their grotesque rituals ought to be prima facie evidence that you are an imminent threat to the moral fiber of this our Great Republic. This will not happen, unfortunately; the nation as a whole accepts, however strange the concept may be, the idea that the Red Sox and their acolytes deserve the same right to choose their elected representatives as ordinary, decent Americans.

    But I digress. Reform is not necessarily a bad thing, unless the reformers allow the idea of reform to carry them away. The problem with reformers, however, is that the idea of reform does carry them away and usually not far enough away so that the rest of us do not have to live with them. Reformers can’t help themselves. The desire to do good coupled with the power to do good is a heady brew, a very heady brew, and sometimes it goes to a reformer’s head, especially if they’re not used to it and most of them aren’t. Drunkenness besets our great nation as a veritable plague? Well, ban alcohol, the reformers cried, and that will end that problem. So, they did…and it didn’t, not by a long shot.

    I bring this all of this up because the reforming urge has reached us here in our happy little burg, where the solons who govern the town took time from their usual peculations this past week to consider whether they ought to ban bake sales within the city limits. There are fashions in reform, just as there are fashions in women’s clothing, or so people keep telling me—the finer points of women’s fashion elude me to the point where the only dresses I can identify with any degree of confidence are miniskirts and wedding gowns—and the fashion in reform this year is fat. Yes, America, the land of the free and the home of the brave is rapidly becoming America, the land of the lardass and the home of the humongous. Here in this brave new world that has such people in it, reformers at every level of government are taking it upon themselves to nag, to cajole, and finally to compel the rest of their fellow countrymen to eat our vegetables whether we want to or not, or there will be consequences more dire for us than simply being sent to our rooms without our suppers. Just as an aside here, I want to say that while I do not wish to disparage those people who like asparagus—there is no accounting for tastes, after all—or those who grow asparagus for a living—if what you do is legal, then how you make your money is your own business, I think—I will eat asparagus only when some jackbooted secret food policeman rams the nauseating stuff down my cold dead throat and nor before. That’s just my opinion, you understand.

    Why, you may ask, and if you don’t I’ll ask for you, are the local solons even considering this idea? Because baked goods are a threat to the health and safety of every citizen of our community and we must take every step necessary to prevent the scourge of obesity from taking root in our homes and robbing our children of their long-term health. Thus spake Dr. Hieronymus Jackson, MD, in tones both ominous and portentous at the city council meeting this past Wednesday night. Dr. Jackson is the leader of the reform faction of the city council and a man I find personally annoying in the extreme, but that’s probably just me. A good many people must like him or he wouldn’t have gotten a seat on the city council last November. On the other hand, the fact that his opponent dropped dead from a heart attack two days before the election probably didn’t hurt the good doctor’s electoral chances any, either. Having gotten his current job through the will of the People and an Act of God, Dr. Jackson and his cohorts on the city council are out to make sure that we all live as long and healthily as possible, which is all very well and good, I suppose, but I already have a mother who will do this sort of thing for me without costing the taxpayers a nickel, thank you very much.

    Why baked goods? Baked goods are made from flour, which rapidly turns to sugar in the bloodstream, and eggs, which are little balls of cholesterol just waiting for the chance to find an artery wall to spackle, and sugar, which rots your teeth and turns into…itself in your bloodstream and leads to diabetes and heart disease and tooth decay and probably cancer too, since everything anyone does these days seems to cause cancer in laboratory rats. And since parents these days do not want to turn off their kids’ computers and tell them to go outside and play, then government must step in and tell these juvenile sumo wannabes and their parents what to eat and when to eat it and, I presume, whether they can watch television while they are eating their vegetables. We don’t like having to do this, Dr. Jackson and all his ilk will tell you, but it’s for their own good, you know, which leads me to believe that Dr. Jackson and his ilk do like having to do this and that they intend to do even more before they’re through.

    It may be for the kids’ own good, but Dr. Jackson unleashed a backlash of epic proportions, or as epic a proportion as we ever see here in our happy little burg. Badmouthing baked goods in the purely abstract is one thing, and a thing many people will agree with, but banning bake sales within the city limits strikes at local philanthropy with a meat ax and no one will tolerate that, not while there’s a breath in anyone’s body. No bake sales? No sales to raise money for the Little Leagues or the drama club at the high school? No bake sales for the Girl Scouts or for the churches or for the animal rescue shelter on Schuyler Street? No chocolate chip cookies and pineapple upside down cake from the fire department’s Ladies’ Auxiliary in their annual fund drive? And don’t let anyone kid you, the Ladies’ Auxiliary’s pineapple upside down cake is great pineapple upside down cake and I don’t care how bad it is for me, I want a piece or maybe two or three.

    The climax to this drama came this past Wednesday night, when the city council met to vote on the issue and found the council chambers packed with clergy and grandmothers and kids dragged there by their parents, most of whom were out for Dr. Jackson’s blood. As the teenagers texted and tweeted and communicated with each other in shrugs and grunts, their elders had at the doctor and his minions, bitterly denouncing him and them. He was a charlatan, and a quack, and a doofus as well, in no particular order, and his first name was stupid; only a scholar of the early Church would know that Hieronymus is none other than Saint Jerome, so if he wanted to be Jerry Jackson why didn’t he just call himself that? This was manifestly unfair to the doctor, who clearly had no choice in what his parents chose to name him and the mayor said as much, but the angry crowd was having none of it. Dr. Jackson tried to explain why he wanted to ban bake sales, using the previously mentioned ominous and portentous tones to tell us all about what was going to happen to us if we didn’t stop stuffing our pie holes with cookies and potato chips and all the rest of the American cornucopia of junk food, but no one wanted to hear that or him telling us that we could all stand to lose a few pounds. After almost an hour of increasingly shrill denunciations, the city council voted to table the proposed ban and worry about the evil effects of baked goods on the health of the citizenry on some other day. Dr. Jackson was visibly upset, but in this matter, even his fellow reformers abandoned him. He left the chamber in a huff, muttering something under his breath, and I like to imagine that he is in his office right now, plotting and planning on how to get even with the ungrateful wretches he wanted to help so badly. Reformers are like that, you know; they don’t ever really go away. They just sit around and wait for another chance to mind your own business for you. I think it goes with the territory. Right makes might, as Mr. Lincoln said, and all reformers think they’re right all of the time. This is not always true, of course, but reformers are optimists; you’ll see things their way in the end. They’re sure of it.

  • http://www.nytimes.com/2012/06/19/world/americas/american-born-children-struggle-to-adjust-in-mexico.html?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=edit_th_20120619

    In the meantime the Anerican south is all confused and suffering from all the anti-immigrant policies decided of our great leaders…

  • sorry Akaky.. I didn’t know that seat was taken:)))))
    It’s your go!
    Amazing poem / analysis above once again.
    Let me re read

  • http://www.nytimes.com/2012/06/19/world/europe/greek-vote-past-europe-returns-to-fiscal-rescue.html?_r=1&nl=todaysheadlines&emc=edit_th_20120619

    GREECE VOTED FOR THE PAST:(
    That will “save” Italian and Spanish banks temporarily and keep mrs Merkel’s throne for a little bit more longer… Other than that Samo Samo …
    Nothing will change until
    mrs Angela follows/joins Monsieur (failure) Sarkozy / Bruni on their beautiful luxurious boat called “Austerity”…. Oh there is also a rumor that they are changing the name of the “tinanic” size boat from
    “Austerity” to “NO GROWTH”… the early idea to call the boat “Docile P.I.I.G.S” was abandoned as name coz it wasn’t catchy enough…
    Honestly last hope is the 2013 elections in Germany.
    I have faith in German public/voters and hope that they will do what the fellow French did to Sarkozy:

    “showed him were the ocean is”
    -old gangsta quote-

  • Frostfrog,, congrats on the new gig. Grandbabies need new shoes and all.

    I’m not a scanning expert, but my new Epson V500 (159 bucks on sale) blows the doors off of my old Epson 3200pro (1000+bucks).

  • Damn Frostfrog, thanks for the link to Richard Murphys iphone pics. More pressure to cave in and trade my stupidphone for a smartphone.

  • Frostfrog…

    I’ve been using a Minolta 5400 35mm scanner for the past six years. Does a bloody good job and I’ve tried all the Epson flatbeds and when it comes to 35mm film it’s in a class of it’s own only thing that can make it sweat is Imacon. Ok I don’t think you can buy them new anymore but I can assure you it scans extremely well and there are loads being sold second hand.

  • http://instagr.am/p/MEN_asBrUH/

    Very familiar name… Hmmm should I befriend him or not???

  • Thanks for the input, Thodoris, John, Jason and Gordon. I have been wondering if any of the Epsons gave a truly good scan. I have never been pleased with any flatbad scans I have actually produced on any machine, so I am glad to know it can be done.

    Akaky – amazing piece. David is right. Why aren’t you writing for the New Yorker and getting good money for it, instead of for free for the amusement of Burnians?

    Of course, if the New Yorker should find you through Burn…

    It seems that both you and Panos write intimately of revolution these days…

  • Frost- I’ve not really been reading all of the scanner talk… But I’ve used the Epsons, they’re pretty good for 120 and 220. The bigger models do all right with 4×5 as well. You can get a fluid mount for the v700 and v750. I’m not 100% pleased with their 35mm abilities. The Nikon 9000ed was capable of getting the grains in my film. They had specific (separate) settings for e6 and kodachrome. I completely preferred the nikon but they’ve discontinued it and I see no evidence they plan to make another. The next best thing I’ve found is the hassleblad virtual drum scanner for the low cool entery price of about $22,000 usd. The Nikon was great but slow as hell at 4x and 900 dpi… It can scan much higher resolution but I was already sitting 1/2 hour or more for just a few frames in the tray already.
    The Epsons are much quicker, a bit soft, but they seem adequate. I think, judging from the videos I’ve seen, all if the Vivian Maier photographs were scanned via Epson.

    Also I tend to print small 6×9 and I’ve not seen any difference between the Nikon or Epson. The editability is better with a Nikon scan because the file can be saved as an NEF (Nikon raw).

  • Sorry to continue the tech talk, but what are you film burners out there scanning with?

    In my experience, with flat-bed scanners, some fancy photoshop sharpening is absolutely necessary. Very soft otherwise. I’ve had good luck doing a high pass sharpen on a layer set to overlay mode, then sharpen the high pass layer with smart sharpen. Then I may or may not do a high radius (20pixel), low amount (10to20) unsharp mask sharpen on the merged final to pop the mid-tones, and sometimes a final smart sharpen on the final layer.

    I wonder how many burnians know what a film un-sharp mask was, and have actually made them?

  • You know, I have absolutely no damn clue what Gordon just said, none whatsoever.

  • I actually started out with pretty good film scanners, back in the 90′s. First, the Leafscan 45, which is what I made all the scans with for my book, Gift of the Whale, and for the Uiñiq magazines I was doing at the time, plus some other publications. It made very good scans, but was horribly slow. In time, it went bad and started banding like crazy. A client hired me to do a big job, I told them I needed a scanner, and they purchased an Imacon Flextight, scuzi connection… oh, hell – I can’t remember number and letter designations – and let me have it. It made flat, pasty, scans that absolutely needed to be punched up in Photoshop and was very slow, but fundamentally an excellent scanner.

    That scuzi connection gave me a lot of problems as computers advanced and one day it totally blew out a computer, so I never used it again.

    Both the Leaf and the Imacon easily articulated the individual grains and had excellent depth and breadth. I would not want a scanner that could not articulate the grains. The ultimate product for this new project will be a book, but of course print-making will also be something I will need to do.

  • I think Instagram reminds me of this quote by Sylvia Plath…

    “Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.”

  • Musée Presents: Alan Siegel, Collector:

    http://vimeo.com/44261160

    Interesting what he says around the 3 minute mark into the video….

  • appropos of instagrams, appropos of scanners, appropos of burn diaries, appropos of Akaky and political revolution….appropos of the EU 2012, but most importantly: appropos of nothing discussed above, or of late, to begin with…….:
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    This art, practiced high in the vaulted domes of the great variety theaters, is admittedly one of the most difficult humanity can achieve—had so arranged his life that, as long as he kept working in the same building, he never came down from his trapeze by night or day; at first only from a desire to perfect his skill, but later because custom was too strong for him. All his needs, very modest needs at that, were supplied by relays of attendants who watched from below and sent up and hauled down again in specially constructed containers whatever he required. This way of living caused no particular inconvenience to the theatrical people, except that, when other turns were on the stage, his being still up aloft, which could not be dissembled, proved somewhat distracting, as also the fact that, although at such times he mostly kept very still, he drew a stray glance here and there from the public. Yet the management overlooked this, because he was an extraordinary and unique artist. And of course they recognized that this mode of life was no mere prank, and that only in this way could he really keep himself in constant practice and his art at the pitch of its perfection.
    Besides, it was quite healthful up there, and when in the warmer seasons of the year the side windows all around the dome of the theater were thrown open and sun and fresh air came pouring irresistibly into the dusky vault, it was even beautiful. True, his social life was somewhat limited; only sometimes a fellow acrobat swarmed up the ladder to him, and then they both sat on the trapeze, leaning left and right against the supporting ropes and chatted, or builders’ workmen repairing the roof exchanged a few words with him through an open window, or the fireman, inspecting the emergency lighting in the top gallery, called over to him something that sounded respectful but could hardly be made out. Otherwise nothing disturbed his seclusion; occasionally, perhaps, some theater hand straying through the empty theater of an afternoon gazed thoughtfully up into the great height of the roof, almost beyond eyeshot, where the trapeze artist, unaware that he was being observed, practiced his art or rested.
    The trapeze artist could have gone on living peacefully like that, had it not been for the inevitable journeys from place to place, which he found extremely trying. Of course his manager saw to it that his sufferings were not prolonged one moment more than necessary; for town travel, racing automobiles were used, which whirled him, by night if possible or in the earliest hours of the morning, through the empty streets at breakneck speed, too slow all the same for the trapeze artist’s impatience; for railway journeys, a whole compartment was reserved, in which the trapeze artist, as a possible though wretched alternative to his usual way of living, could pass the time up on the luggage rack; in the next town on their circuit, long before he arrived, the trapeze was already slung up in the theater and all the doors leading to the stage were flung wide open, all corridors kept free—yet the manager never knew a happy moment until the trapeze artist set his foot on the rope ladder and in a twinkling, at long last, hung aloft on his trapeze.
    Despite so many journeys having been successfully arranged by the manager, each new one embarrassed him again, for the journeys, apart from everything else, got on the nerves of the artist a great deal.
    Once when they were again traveling together, the trapeze artist lying on the luggage rack dreaming, the manager leaning back in the opposite window seat reading a book, the trapeze artist addressed his companion in a low voice. The manager was immediately all attention. The trapeze artist, biting his lips, said that he must always in the future have two trapezes for his performance instead of only one, two trapezes opposite each other. The manager at once agreed. But the trapeze artist, as if to show that the manager’s consent counted for as little as his refusal, said that never again would he perform on only one trapeze, in no circumstances whatever. The very idea that it might happen at all seemed to make him shudder. The manager, watchfully feeling his way, once more emphasized his entire agreement; two trapezes were better than one, besides it would be an advantage to have a second bar, more variety could be introduced into the performance. At that the trapeze artist suddenly burst into tears. Deeply distressed, the manager sprang to his feet and asked what was the matter, then getting no answer climbed up on the seat and caressed him, cheek to cheek, so that his own face was bedabbled by the trapeze artist’s tears. Yet it took much questioning and soothing endearment until the trapeze artist sobbed: “Only the one bar in my hands—how can I go on living!” That made it somewhat easier for the manager to comfort him; he promised to wire from the very next station for a second trapeze to be installed in the first town on their circuit; reproached himself for having let the artist work so long on only one trapeze; and thanked and praised him warmly for having at last brought the mistake to his notice. And so he succeeded in reassuring the trapeze artist, little by little, and was able to go back to his corner. But he himself was far from reassured; with deep uneasiness he kept glancing secretly at the trapeze artist over the top of his book. Once such ideas began to torment him, would they ever quite leave him alone? Would they not rather increase in urgency? Would they not threaten his very existence? And indeed the manager believed he could see, during the apparently peaceful sleep which had succeeded the fit of tears, the first furrows of care engraving themselves upon the trapeze artist’s smooth, childlike forehead.

    “First Sorrow”–Kafka

  • ooops….forgot the most important 1st 2 words….fucking internet….should be:

    A TRAPEZE ARTIST—this art, practiced high in the vaulted domes of the great variety theaters, is admittedly one of the most difficult humanity can achieve—had so arranged his life that, as long as he kept working in the same building, he never came down from his trapeze by night or day; at first only from a desire to perfect his skill, but later because custom was too strong for him…..

    etc…

  • Started a new project today. It’s about street plants living in the toughest parts of Brooklyn. I go out to the very worst neighborhoods, chosen by crime rates, and photograph the plants trying to find some kind of life in those meanest streets of the city, that is Brooklyn, the city that never sleeps very well because of all the noise and stuff. I call it “It ain’t easy being green,” and have commissioned a song to go with it, which you can see here.

    It’s not a bad idea. Do you think maybe it’s worth a go at a Kickstarter or Emphasis.is grant? It wouldn’t be very expensive. A two month timeline. A couple metro cards, coffee and a bagel every morning. Six hundred dollars. Call it seven for the occasional smear. Then another $10,000 for gallery prints and we’re good to go. Sound like a plan?

  • Michael… I couldn’t get the money I needed to photograph the changing face of poverty in the US through kickstarter – but maybe there would be better chance with sidewalk plants. It’s all in who you know and who will publicize your idea for you. I found out I didn’t know anyone. So, it didn’t work for me – maybe you’ll land the goal. good luck

  • Why waste 10,000 on prints ……… tqke the photos attach QR codes that are GSP linked post on the net and let people visit the actual place. Others will just use the wwwdot world(most will never see the prints)

  • I reckon I could easily give up taking photos and get people to send unwanted images to me andI could make up essays/books from them.

  • Jason – I’m sorry you didn’t get enough pledges. Don’t give up. Shoot it however you have to. MW – good luck with Kickstarter or whatever route you go.

    I’ve been thinking about Kickstarter for a couple of different projects, too, but have taken no real steps toward it.

  • The problem with Kickstarter for artists, photographers is that fewer members of the public see the work created as productive and worthwhile. People are using etc the same method to fund new alternatives in technologies, inventions etc that is pretty stiff completion. The “I want to” way of thinking no longer hold much sway

  • And yet, a number of photography projects have been funded through Kickstarter, including one on Winter Solstice in San Francisco that my fellow Loft alumni, Edite Haberman, participated in and another to Burn veteran Manjari Sharma for her Darshan project on Indian Gods and Goddesses.

    For those interested in trying, there is nothing to lose by giving it a go.

  • Sure there were heaps funded some do but the rate has trickled to a slow walk………one really has to research and capture the public’s interest these days. There is a heap of competition out there for the same dollar, by all means give it a shot but come prepared.

  • Imants, I agree on this 100 percent – and not just for Kickstarter, but for just about any significant potential funding source. Still, as Edite and Sharma have recently proven, it can be done.

  • Just because the public doesn’t appear to be very interested at the moment does not mean the work isn’t important. If Robert Frank had listened to the publishers and people of his time in the US, The Americans would not exist. And imagine what life would be like then. The problem with Kickstarter is they claim to not allow “awareness campaigns” “fund my life projects” and business start ups. Yet there are more than plenty startups and fund my life projects on their servers. I had to “convince” them that my project wasn’t solely about awareness raising. I told them, the act of taking a photograph does not raise awareness. Undoubtedly people may become more aware after seeing the images but the purpose was to document a particularly unstable time in US history. Btw they also claim the service is only for US residence.

    Thats the problem with kickstarter. Emphasis might be better suited for photography projects like mine because to make people aware IS a very important aspect of my photography. However I decided against it because their site sucks, it’s in beta mode and very clumbsy to work with, they take a lot longer to approve or disapprove so things are out there hanging… And they are newer, less exposed. On the flip side, that they are newer and less exposed and more exclusive, with a bit of mentoring help, means your project may indeed have a better reception. Whereas Kickstarter has lost favor recently among just about everyone because of those techy projects either becoming the same thing already made ten times over, or they are fraudulent projects with no intent to give the rewards, or because there is no exclusiveness, no mentoring to better a product, and no regulation to back up claims of legal action against those project creators who do run away with the cash.

    So, yeah projects win some projects lose some. I’ll bet those two already have made a name for themselves and have a good CV to prove it. Kickstarter is not the place for a “Newbie” like myself. I guess.

  • Jason – The most important thing is that you believe, and you keep at it. Just about everything I have done, I have had someone tell me I couldn’t do it and I have been denied funding more times than I can think of. It still happens. This is just a tough field and there is no way around it. As I think you know, I believe your story is important and that you can do it. Discouragement is part of the process – but don’t give in to it.

  • The most discouraging thing for me is I haven’t figured out how to find a publisher/editor/magazine what have you to get my work out there. I post often on my own website that nobody visits and on Facebook and Pinterest, but that gets me no where. I’m often limited to email as my only contact and I think that’s probably the least likely to get me in contact with anyone. I don’t the money to travel with and I don’t know who to call or what I’d even say to them…. It’s a small hurdle really. But I’m like a 2 year old trying to figure out how to jump over it, My legs are too short and Ive got more growing to do if I’m going to do it all on my own… Discouraged? Nah. Disappointed? Yep.

  • jason it is about finding an audience general or niche, whichever you deam as important. Asking for twenty odd grand is a lot, very much in the mid to high end scale of an arts grant.

  • I hear you Jason. I sent Gift of the Whale to about 25 publishers before it got accepted – but the process remains as troubling and puzzling for me now as it was then. I have other books in the works (too many, probably) that I think about sending out, but then I remember how long it took and how many times to get Gift of The Whale to the right place and I don’t want to go through all that again, so I don’t send them to anybody.

    I just keep waiting to master iPad app tech so I can publish them myself and then maybe afterward find a real, paper, publisher. But I haven’t done that yet, either. I keep thinking next week I will find the time to figure it out, but in just two weeks next week always becomes last week and the task remains undone. Then again, if I didn’t put so damn much time into my blog, maybe one week next week would become this week.

    I take some inspiration and encouragement from John Vink and his new iPad app, “The Quest.” If you haven’t purchased it, I think it worth the investment, plus study time. He has grasped the concept of the future.

  • yeah… It’s all budgeted out. To cover travel, supplies, hotels, phone, food, car insurance, laundry, batteries, etc etc. And that’s what 6 months of constant travel would cost. It didnt count for any medical/dental/vision care, rent, cat food/little, vet bills, or home needs and im the only money earning person in my home… I would go smaller scale, but I don’t think it would yeild a productive outcome. if I cut it in half and tried for additional funding steps, and the next phase wasn’t funded, what a waste that would be. I wonder what the true to the penny cost of RIO was for David, Nat Geo and other funding parties involved. 20k may seem like a lot… But again, I’m starting with nothing. Not a name, no published projects, few gallery shows, and a lot of ambition, something to say and the will to say it.

  • Jason I have ten books sitting going nowhere fast.I write athree textbooks for the Singapore education system and made $200,000 over 10 years…. they took me two years to write. Not a real big earner but with teaching and stonemasonary contracts I did ok. Stonemasonary was on contract some great jobs not much money sone hard boring jobs and a good return. Teaching to me is either a year by year or day by day prospect. Just had a drought workwise but a bit of luck sweet until January. Then it all starts again chasing contracts. It is the nature of the beast, one makes a choice I chose the arts a very competative field even at grass roots level loved it hated it but being versatile helps.JUst keep at it if you want some never get anywhere but live in a very productive way.

  • Paper publishers want a assured return before the commit

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