Kate and I usually talk while I’m photographing her, often leading to series like this, where her expression covers a wide range. I’m not sure what we were talking about here, but I know we’d just finished a pint or two – the glasses in the previous frame are nearly empty – so the discussion was likely getting animated. Kate’s slightly surprised expression in the last frame probably indicates that I’ve just said something outlandish, something which she finds herself agreeing with despite herself. So, pretty much your standard Sunday afternoon at the bar.
I’ve only been professionally photographed once in my adult life. I remember making some slightly awkward small talk with the photographer as she changed out sheets of film, but I don’t think my face went through anything like this kind of range. Perhaps a pint and a discussion of the Hegelian roots of Marxism should be a part of every portrait session?
Note: the first three images in this series didn’t make the final cut, so I didn’t bother cloning out the light fixture, dust on the negs, scratches, etc.
I woke up, and it was raining.
I walked through the park.
I thought about surveillance.
Someone got a new car as a gift.
By the time I went to lunch, a fog had rolled in.
The owner of this bike walked up while I was taking this photograph. He waited patiently for me to finish.
This tank of frozen stuff always makes me think of going to the machine shop with my dad.
That guy better run if he doesn’t want the giant squid hiding in the fog to eat him.
After lunch, I went out to our other building on the edge of campus. The weather turned really nasty.
Was I leaning, or do those poles really tilt that much?
Kate and I had chocolate chip pancakes and oatmeal stout for dinner.
By the time we finished dinner, it was snowing, so we decided to go out back to photograph the snow blowing across the parking lot.
I burned up the end of the roll shooting at F2 & 1/8th to get this shot. The lens on her camcorder looks huge.
This website used to have a section called serial photography dedicated to this kind of thing. I keep meaning to bring it back, along with the long defunct photo-essays section. One of these days . . .