Class Pictures

How many folks can you identify? Send me names, and I’ll add them to each picture.

Matt Garms, Bonnie Ryan Cullom, Ben “Tape Boy” Johnson, Kelly Novak, Ryan Walsh, Kyle Flubacker, Jill Gray, Ms. Felice, TJ James, Melanie Skelchy…

Patti Soby, Laura Edwards…

Brooke Rogers, Suz Makelow…

Picture Susan in Nepal

Our former AP DeVoto pal (and recent alumna) is on a mission for a month in Nepal, and you can help by acquiring pieces from her portfolio!

An artist’s statement, translated

This is flying all over the World Wide Intercom, so we’re chiming in. It’s good.

W. o’ W.: Ralph Eugene Meatyard

“Painting is the tougher of the two mediums to use at first, but photography becomes the hardest after you have been at it.”

“I never will make an accidental photograph.”

Caveat Appropriator

Read this before you use other artists’ work as a starting point:

…and review the guidelines from the College Board: “Any work that makes use of (appropriates) photographs, published images and/or  other artists’ work must show substantial and significant development beyond duplication. This is demonstrated through manipulation of the formal qualities, design, and/or concept of the source. The student’s individual ‘voice’ should be clearly evident. It is unethical, constitutes plagiarism, and often violates copyright law simply to copy an image (even in another medium) that was made by someone else and represent it as one’s own.”

Finite Memory

I remember exposures and development details of specific negatives (f/16, 1/4 second, handheld):

I remember the venues in which I saw certain films (e.g. the Granada, “The Grateful Dead Movie,” for an unconscionable-at-the-time five dollars).

I remember the smell of 620 Verichrome Pan wrappers & discharged #5 flashbulbs, and the sound the bulbs made.

I remember Miles at the Quiet Knight, when he first went electric.

I remember Duke Ellington and Paul Gonsalves at Harper, in the last month of their lives.

I remember what Thelonious said to me.

I remember walking up Wells Street with Mingus, in search of cookies.

Here Comes Summer. School.

Summer School Fo-Do, one of the better experiences in Barrington Huge School (if done right, with commitment and enthusiasm) will run from 7:20 to 12:00, June 13-July 1.

Some of you have expressed an interest in picking up work; please e-mail Yours Truly at least one day in advance in order to facilitate matters, and to make sure we’ll even be there. Work pick-up time will be noon on most days.

If you’d like to use the lab on a particular day, likewise get in touch ahead of time to be certain there’s room.

If we’re engrossed in some sort of media presentation, please do not mar our mood by doing anything with the door.

 P.S. As I understand it, this will be the first semester in memory without a mandated fire drill (despite re-tarring the roof), so please, no smoking.
P.P.S. Yeah, I know these are the same pictures we posted last year, but really, wouldn’t you do the same?

You don’t have to abandon the process you enjoy

In response to this week’s alarmist articles about film’s allegedly imminent demise, Blake Andrews posted on his blawwg: “I must live in some film bubble timewarp because virtually every photographer I know in Portland still shoots film. My photogroup Lightleak has eight to twelve members depending on what month it is and who shows up, and every one of us is a film shooter.”

If you have asked about this, or paid attention to conversations and posts, you already know that most of the following is reasonable. Nonetheless, this article by Ctein…

…makes long-term planning clearer:

Advice from Wendell Berry

“How to Be a Poet” by Wendell Berry        (to remind myself)


Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.


Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.


Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.

Putting Things into Perspective; or, I Second That Emulsion

Associated Press has become the latest entity to ring the death knell for film, citing that manufacture is down from a one-time height of almost a billion rolls a year to only five million (about half of which, apparently, is shot by those of us at BFHS). Two comprehensive and lucid responses put this into perspective:

Consider that roving paper-cutting profile potraitists were replaced by daguerreotypists (; squadrons of hand-colorers were made redundant when color film became practical, followed closely (“closely” in this context meaning within ten or fifteen years) by the failure of some ubiquitous paper emulsions (resulting in a class-action suit brought in several Midwestern states); and that everyone is periodically cautioned to back up files, with the knowledge that many digital archives at risk of corruption in 5-10 years.

As deep background, refer to this:

Lastly, look at the banner on the Badger web page: