Close friends of one of my closest friends made this about his father the sculptor and painter Wiliam Turnbull. Narrated by Jude Law. Come check it out!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
My Dad is coming to visit tomorrow. He is the reason I became a photographer. I remember sitting in the darkroom with him when I was a kid and watching all the images appear as if by magic. My job was to stand on the pedal that turned the red light on. Very important stuff. I'm in a show this weekend so I'm excited he's going to be here and we can go together.
Above are images I found recently. When my sister was about a month old, my dad and mother took a month long road trip in their convertible. They just put her in a basket on the floor by my mothers feet.
That kind rocks.
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Sunday, April 17, 2011
Growing up in Reno, I use to love the old motel signs. A lot them are being replaced by big casinos but you can still see them here and there. The motels were nondescript but the SIGNS. that's where the personality was. Grand Central Market downtown signs brought me back.
I'd go just for the signs, but there are also amazing colors, smells and faces, not to mention the siete mares soup.
Posted by katrina dickson at 8:08 PM