I visited the Amon Carter Museum of American Art in Fort Worth over the weekend to catch the Laura Wilson exhibition before it closed, and while there, I stumbled into the little alcove upstairs where they keep a rotating stock of original prints—last time I was there, they had a multiple versions of Stieglitz’s “the …
Author Archives: James Cockroft
Ron Haviv – ‘The Lost Rolls’
I heard about Ron Haviv‘s The Lost Rolls in episode 3.3 of On taking Pictures, which I only started listening to very recently, and which, along with the LPV Show, I’m afraid will be the end of my moratorium on book buying… Be strong, James!
First date with the C.L.A.M.
I haven’t shot much the past couple of weeks, not since I played around with the plastic bags, but I had a half hour or so one Sunday morning and took the opportunity to play around with the C.L.A.M. and see if I was on the right track.
Huger Foote – My Friend from Memphis
After Now Here Then, with its obliterated pictures of eye-widening color, I had to see some more, and sought out a copy of Huger Foote’s 2000 monograph My Friend From Memphis, and I’m so glad I did.
unboxing American Chordata #2
From its colophon, “American Chordata seeks to publish and promote short works of exceptional fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, as well as art and photography.” And from my brief experience with it, that’s pretty much what I found…
The Black Bag
This one really is a black plastic bag, sorta… It looks black out in the world, anyway, but the plastic is so thin that it goes clear very quickly. It’s another thing I pocketed from the office… don’t tell anyone.
The Clear Bag
It’s actually not a bag in the traditional sense, but one of the wrappers of a big stack of styrofoam cups that I pocketed from the office. Don’t tell anyone. And it’s actually the second night with the C.L.A.M., but that doesn’t really matter. No matter what night, no matter what light, I’ve had fun …
