Showing posts with label when photos become songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label when photos become songs. Show all posts

spring winds. 2010

when photos
become songs.















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"Love calls like the wild birds--
it's another day.
A Spring wind blew my list of things to do...away."




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"In a mucked up lovely river, I cast my little fly.
I look at that river and smell it and it makes me wanna cry.
Oh to clean our dirty planet, now there's a noble wish,
and I'm puttin my shoulder to the wheel 'cause I wanna catch some fish."


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But yesterday I had a vision,
beneath the tree where we once talked,
of an old couple burning their love letters
so their children won't be shocked.













images via Chad States, Cruising, photography
lyrics via greg brown, srping wind.



the pines.

Landschaften
Landscapes
1970










In the pines
In the pines
The sun never shines
And we shiver
When the north wind blows













Well I asked the captain

For the time of day
He said he
Threw his watch away

A long steel rail

And a short cross tie
And I'm on my
Way back home






images by Gerhard Richter, ATLAS series. 1970
song lyrics by Bill Callahan, In the Pines.





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GOOD MORNING : CAPTAIN

warm summer
nights ahead"

1974.







"There was a sound at the window then.

The captain started, his breath was still. "
via here..




"For about five years, beginning in 1974,
Adams embarked on an experiment: he made a series of photographs at night—the opposite of the high-altitude daylight used in most of his previous photographs. The project brought an element of risk he had not experienced before. Passing motorists sometimes veered toward him on rural roadsides, and in urban centers police repeatedly questioned him about his activities."















"“What attracted me to the subjects at a new hour
was the discovery then of a neglected peace.”
- Robert Adams.







Robert Adams
Summer Nights, Walking
purchase it here, via Textfield.
In this exquisitely produced book, the influential American photographer Robert Adams revisits the classic collection of nocturnal landscapes that he began making in the mid-1970s near his former home in Longmont, Colorado. Originally published by Aperture in 1985 as Summer Nights, this new edition has been carefully reedited and resequenced by the photographer, who has added 39 previously unpublished images. Illuminated by moonlight and streetlamp, the houses, roads, sidewalks and fields in Summer Nights, Walking retain the wonder and stillness of the original edition, while adopting the artist’s intention of a dreamy fluidity, befitting his nighttime perambulations. The extraordinary care taken with the new reproductions also registers Adams’ attention to the subtleties of the night, and conveys his appeal to look again at places we might have dismissed as uninteresting.











"Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow.
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house.
I'm trying to find my way home."

Slint, "Good Morning, Captain"
















"For more than 40 years, Robert Adams (born 1937) has photographed the landscape of the American West, particularly in California, Oregon, and his home state of Colorado. His work is inspired both by his joy in the inherent beauty of the landscape, and his dismay at its exploitation and degradation for residential and commercial development.

In his images of main streets, tract houses, trees, and waterways, Adams records two kinds of landscapes, one damaged by people and the other somehow beyond their power to harm. He asks us, through his photographs, to consider where we live and how we relate to our environment."









go to the Getty here
to learn more about Robert Adams.
(text above is sourced from the Getty, here...)
learn more about slint here, via the new yorker.






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mid-afternoon.

We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden












Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe its the time of man
I dont know who l am
But you know life is for learning












text by joni mitchell,
watch her here... and here
image by wolfgang tillmans



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