Rogue Photo

I took a walk in the woods today, to clear my head, and to be for a little time in the company of nature. It's fall here, in the Pacific Northwest. Early September. It was as it often is in September here, sunny and, in relative terms, hot. I went not to be with myself, or with my camera, or with my thoughts. I had no problems to sort through. I went to be with the forest. It's a small forest, in the center of town just up behind the university, but it is a more or less properly wild northwestern coastal forest. It's fall here, and so the trees and the shrubs are starting to go to sleep. The leaves are starting to brown off. There are few birds, not much animal life awake at midday, only the trees and the shrubs and the plants, the mosses, the fungi, and the lichens. This is a rain forest, at the end the dry season. The fecundity of spring which follows hard on the heels of a winter of rain has long passed. There is no water above ground here, though the ra

Rogue Photo (i.e. me) has produced a new publication, a saddle-stapled zine about 5.25" x 8" or so, with 8 photos. The trouble with these photos is that I could make nothing of them, although they seemed promising. I started with some notion of Spring and veered into aping Edward Weston, and there we are. Therefore, I conceived the idea of publishing the photos in a little zine, with space for someone to write or draw and an invitation to do just that. The text page, there is only one, reads thus: REACT The pictures in this zine are pictures I could make nothing of. Their only chance to acquire meaning is through interaction with someone else, by someone else’s reaction to them. When you write, draw, paint, doodle, cut, glue, perhaps they will find themselves and some kind of shared meaning. License Possession of an electronic copy of this work constitutes a license to make physical copies of it, including all text and graphical materials. If you have a PDF

This is a placeholder blog for my Rogue Photo imprint.