I bought a new camera on the 21st and I have been trying to bring it with me wherever I go. I hope to keep this up, well, forever. Some are photos of friends some are of strangers, some are just photos of things. It’s a visual diary type of thing. Here are a few snaps from the week.
We had another party at the Ware-home this weekend. The theme for the party was Yacht Club. Appropriate for land locked Colorado in December. None the less good times were had by all. Here are a few photos from the photo booth…
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I started this project a couple months ago. I started taking urban landscape photos of the “neighborhood” that I live in. My original camera was a Polaroid 600. Polaroid is hard to find these days and if you do find it comes out to over $20 for a package of 10 photos! That is over two dollars per picture. I am not that consistent. Fuji has picked up where Polaroid left off making a instant film that is like the Polaroid we are familiar with, except rather than it being a square format it is a “wide format” or more of a panoramic look. Where I live is one of the last industrial areas that has not been completely made over by trendy lofts, and fancy boutiques. No, where I live there are houses co-mingled with junk yards, car repair garages, rail yards, and major companies like Pepsi, and Con-Agra share the same streets that me and my dog walk.
Waiting for the tram at the Getty Museum.
This is my favorite photo of from this post. Either the photographer is getting some bonus nip action OR She is covering up cause this photographer is a perv.
We all know this guy and I don’t think any of us like him. JAGER BOMB!
Back in August my friend Bret and I hit the road to California to Long Beach to visit some creative friends that moved out there several years ago. I struggled with what camera to bring so I brought my Canon Mark III, my 4×5 Speed Graphic, and my Canonet QL17 which is a 35mm rangefinder camera referred to as the poor man’s Leica. My friend Rich let me borrow his film scanner so I am now getting around about twelve rolls of slide film I took with me on the trip. I haven’t shot chrome in years. These are some portraits of my friends.
This is Hans….Hans Hansen. He is one of my favorite photographers. The entire trip I was so worried that I didn’t have a nice portrait of Hans, but when I pulled this slide from its box I couldn’t have been happier. Take a look at some of Hans’ work here you will not be dissapointed.
This is Tim at the Pike in Long Beach. It is one of the best places to eat in the city. I have lots of photos from the trip of Tim but this by far my favorite.
This where I am a little torn this photo of J.D. on the left and Bret on the right is really nice the, the light, the color, the expressions of the two people, the focus, all good but then the next frame something happened…
In my mind this photo is visual poetry. Bret turns and faces the light, puts his cigarette to his mouth and has this beautiful “James Dean” moment. Effing gorgeous.
Canon EOS-1D Mark III $2,400
Canon EF 70-200 f/2.8 L IS USM $1,500 (SOLD)
Canon EF 16-35mm f/2.8 L USM $800
I have had the Mark III for just over two years. The screen on the back has some scratches on it. There is paint wear near the shutter release and near the play button. Both lenses focus and zoom are smooth. Please email me at prestonutley@yahoo.com with any questions.
These are a few photos from a drive out to Dallas at the beginning of November…
Gilman
This is a project I have been working on since May of this year and will continue working in until it is finished. Ever since I moved to the mountains I have wanted to photograph in this once bustling town filled with general stores, a doctors office, even a bowling alley. The town was suddenly shut down from years of digging, blasting and mining into the mountain. Zinc and lead contaminated the near by Eagle River. If you ever travel around the west much you know there are towns like Gilman spread all over the American landscape. People settling to take advantage of the nearby resources and just as soon as they arrive they leave. They leave nothing but a few relics of a forgotten time.
I photograph at Gilman for peace, for tranquility. It is a place where I can be alone with just my thoughts. Paranoia creeps in as I hear the new residences of the properties I photograph scurry across the floor. The wind blows doors open and shut. I take a deep breath. I find light, I find color, I find composition, most of all I find solitude.
