This show was curated by Robert Tomlinson and will run until September 9, 2018.
An exciting aspect of this show was that one of my long-time crushes, Steve Buscemi, attended the opening!
This show was curated by Robert Tomlinson and will run until September 9, 2018.
An exciting aspect of this show was that one of my long-time crushes, Steve Buscemi, attended the opening!
The print will be shown at Jadite Galleries in Hell’s Kitchen with an opening reception on April 5, 2018.
I have been assigned to take over Instagram feeds for clients such as Travel Oregon and the Eastern Oregon Visitor’s Association, and also develop feeds for others. Here is a sample of one feed that I have developed: a lovely casita called Casa Pericos in the small village called Yelapa, just an hour’s boat ride away from Puerto Vallarta. There are no roads or vehicles on this stretch of beach town, which makes it all the more glorious to visit and photograph.
Thanks to PushDot Studio, the print looks stunning, even at this size. The owner specified the size to fit a frame she has that was made in a far away land. I can’t wait to see it all put together – two cultures hanging together as one.
Nola Queahpama, Warm Springs
I will be giving a lecture on Thursday night March 14 at 7pm at the same location.
Entry is free, and kids are welcome!
UPDATE:
The lecture was well attended and the kiddos had the BEST questions!
(Lecture photos by Bill Purcell)
Miss Terri, owner of “Terri’s Dirty Blonde Salon”, is in the house.
I first met her last year at the Canby Rodeo while I was photographing rodeo riders with my Speed Graphic 4X5 film camera. As I fumbled with the low light conditions, I reached for my dark cloth, and instead almost plunged my hand into her ample and adorned-with-a-huge-shiny-necklace cleavage.
Hi, I’m Terri!
She proceeded to rattle off cowboy names and stats, peppering the conversation with a bit of rumor here and there just to make sure I was listening. Her passion for the rodeo was unlike any sideline sports fan I had ever met. And yes, it extended past the “I want a sexy cowboy” quest.
We met several other times at other rodeos (imagine her glee when I got us press passes for the dressing room at the Mollala Bull Riding Competition) and throughout the year she kept me informed via text messages about champion rides, marriages and divorces, broken legs and even the death of one of her favorite riders who was her dear friend.
Her heart is big and unbound. She brings her scissors to each rodeo and cuts the riders’ hair when they need it, feeds them chips and salsa, gives them a soft place to pass out in her trailer after a night of too much whiskey. She’s a good girl.
And a sexy mother hen to boot! At home, she cares for her beautiful thirteen year old daughter and her erratic and loving autistic son. Sparkly and girly and bold and strong as a man, she drives a monster truck and hitches her trailer by herself, thank you very much. And she can shoot a gun like a bandit.
This week we are at the Pendleton Round-Up, the Mother Lode of Rodeos. After finishing our plate of bad Mexican food, we head over to her usual evening starting point, The Hut. We meet up with her cowboys and they take turns feeling her breasts, betting whether they are real or not. They have to check a few times to make sure their previous conclusion was correct. Oh, Terri.
Before I finish my Pendleton Whiskey on the rocks, she grabs my arm and swings me toward the door. Time to go downtown. I pony up to walk a mile in my cowboy boots, when I see a bull rider run into the street and stop a flat bed truck. On we pile, and away we go. This is how the cowboys get their rides downtown! (A few days later I try this technique on my own, and it doesn’t work. I had to resort to hitting up people in trucks waiting in line at the Taco Bell where they were trapped and had to listen to my sorry begging for a ride.)
We make it downtown, and one exceptionally sturdy cowboy who had seen my attempt trying to jump up on the flat bed fail miserably lifts me onto his shoulder like he would a heifer, and in a jiffy I am on solid ground again.
We make our way straight to Crabby’s where Terri tinkerbells her way around the room. Boy, Man, Girl, Woman….everyone watches Terri as she sashays her way to the bar to the dance floor and back to the bar.
I learn to dance the Cowboy Swing, taking home arm bruises to prove that I lost my battle to try to lead these bull riders.
And I vow one thing before the night is over: tomorrow I will bring my stick horsie with me and get these rowdy boys to ride THAT.
I think Terri would approve.
(This account was written about Day 1 of the workshop I taught at the Pendleton Round-Up. I was sworn to secrecy about Day 2, 3 & 4.)
(Last photo courtesy of Terri Nicol)
And I think perhaps most of all I loved feeling of camaraderie that was present throughout the day. Established photographers came together with students who are just starting out with their careers and it did not matter what type of camera anyone had or whether they were published, won an award, or made a ton of money this year. We all were there for the simple love of photography.
I decided to set up an outdoor studio in a few locations in my “square” of Portland. I took hundreds of images, and at the end of the day, my cellphone images were my favorite of the day.
If working on the streets sounds like something you would like to try, street photography/portraiture is a class I teach regularly. Check the class listings on my website, or send me an email to see if we are in the planning stages of an upcoming class.
A bit of press:
I got the chance to go see a rap concert in New York City and all I had with me was my cellphone. It was dark in the venue and it was difficult to track the lighting without getting much blur because these dudes can MOVE!
Here are a few images, and also one of the many videos I took. This one has my cell phone going for a little ride.