Portrait of a high school friend, her horse and her dog. Won a purchase award from North Carolina Art Society and started their collection of photographs. Cover photograph of Kate Vaiden, the first book Reynolds Price wrote after his spinal surgery to remove cancer. In several museum collections including the Amon Carter Museum in Ft. Worth, Texas and the NCMA.
Shot with a 4×5 field camera at dawn, the image was motivated by a dream which had An,her white horse and fog. The first time we made a date to shoot, there was no fog, so I learned what would produce fog and we made a more tenative date. Two weeks later we got our fog and out of 17 shots there was only one in which the girl, the horse and dog were all still.
Taken in Truro, Nova Scotia, the shot took me more than two hours to get counting travel time from the car and back.
With the wind chill it was -16 F and I found my shutter froze. I had reached the waterfall with no way to shoot so I stopped the lens down and put the lens cap on, set the camera on bulb and shot, then removed the lens cap and counted to 16 (chimpanzes). Of all the exposures this proved to capture the spirit of the place.
This title comes from a piece of music by Thomas de Hartmann. He was a follower of Gurjieff, as was Minor White, my teacher.
It was over 105F when we shot this image. My two companion/sherpa/models were Donald Woodman who was in my class at MIT and Christy who was the girl who followed the year after I studied with Minor White. Christy posed with me to do a double nude.
For me, the journey can be measured in miles geographically, or, in thought or breaths. The journey is more about the process of examining ones life in a spiritual way and to maintain the connections that tie us together.
First in a series of three images of transvestites who came to my studio to dress and transform themselves.
While in my graduate class at M. I. T. another student and I went to Cranes Beach. It was 23 F and I had red LL Bean long underwear on. I set the camera, focused on the shadow, metered it and my friend, Donald Woodman, tripped the shutter as I called out to him. I dressed quickly but clumbsily as my feet were frozen like blocks. Later, once we were in the car, Donald told me two little old ladies had stood on the bluff above and watched the whole production.
Shot with a 4×5 Sinar view camera using 100 asa film and developed in Versapan.
New Hope Creek in Orange County, North Carolina.