It's been a long, cold winter
I guess we're in for a long and cold one once more. Duck and cover.
(So why did I post this you wonder? Well, it was the closest thing I had to an alien)
The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera / Dorothea Lange

... about the aliens?
Are they real?
Are their mission to photograph us?
Take our soul?
Watch out for them!
-C
Ken's vision has always fascinated me. It's regular and irregular, silent and singing, totally nuts and incredibly sane all at once. I asked him to share some of his new work with us, along with a few words about what he does. This all comes to us from somewhere in Texas.

My images carry no agenda, there are no hidden meanings per se but they are part of what makes me whole, or broken, as the case may be. It is rare that I photograph with a preconceived idea or intent. Things usually just occur as a natural course of evolution. I know that what I do choose to photograph carries a signature to my soul. The things I see and the things that motivate me to shoot resonate somewhere within my psyche, like a momentary flashback of a dream I can’t quite remember in totality. Segmented thought patterns, not knowing the beginning or ending, my vision stuck somewhere in between. As a course of progression, I am motivated first to impressions that I perceive with my eye and mind and in many cases subject almost plays a secondary role.

While I am certainly well versed and adept with the technical issues of film based photography, I in no way consider myself a technical purist nor is it my goal to achieve perfection to the point of sterility. Some of my favorite images carry the imprint of textbook defined technical miscues either through accident or intent. I like things with a bit of quirkiness and as a self-taught photographer adhere to no rigid regime of what “good photography “ is or isn’t. In general, if the final print says something, and the technical issues of tones and contrast have been executed to my satisfaction, then I am content both with my work and the work of others.
. . . . For me part of the enjoyment of photography is working with my eye, hands, and mind to produce the final print. There is nothing for me that compares with the gratification and sheer awe that occurs as a print comes up in the developer. In short, it’s pure magic. . . .
It is my hope that my images capture a sense of time, place, and most importantly sparks some memory or emotive response for the viewer. To that end I continue to learn, attempt to see, experiment, and listen to my soul.
Thank you so much, Ken, for sharing a bit of yourself with us.
more of Ken's work can be seen here. Invited by Jeanne Wells.
photo: abekuNot even two months have passed since it was set up and The F Blog is already becoming an addiction to many people. It´s a place where you will find good photography around the clock, invited guests like Gerry Johansson, Diego Levy, Michael Kenna, Joy Goldkind, Alec Soth, Joanna Kinowska and many other top photograhers.
The F people also invites completely unknown, but equally talented photographers from around the planet. This blog is absolutely unpredictable. There is no editor, there are seventeen of them! To me they are like a bunch of 21st century Dadaists, without being aware of it. And certainly not recognizing it.
By the way; the letter F originally probably represented either a "hook" or a "club". In photography, f denotes the focal length or the f-number.
- Nenne Gulden

What I did was, I knitted Antony, my hermaphrodite doll. (after my fave singer) . Antony has a bag across his shoulder (as the real Antony always wears). Content: a pair of tits, a knitted dick and a knitted fanny. I just wanted to give Antony the..choice... Life is about choices isnt it? Well it should be. AH but wait for it! The thing is, I created Antony so that then I could shoot him, you see. With my cameras that is. And THAT is the connection with photography, as this is a photo place, after all. See? There was a logic.. 

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I love this photo, the moment, his face. I spotted it on the bottom of a very dirty gutter.
If you are looking for miracles and magic, Latin America is a good place to start. Finding Pablo and his project was pure joy to me. This is what he says in an email: I am not a photographer... Oh well, I do take photos - but merely out of trashcans.
So let´s go to Buenos Aires and meet this man and his mission. In some way Pablo makes me think of Amélie Poulain. Why is he doing this? My guess is that it has something to do with love – love of a city and its people.
Don´t forget to visit Pablo´s site (in Spanish and English)
invited by ulf fågelhammar
Found photos
'But there is no stone in the street and no brick in the wall that is not actually a deliberate symbol -a message from some man, as much as if it were a telegram or a post-card. The narrowest street possesses, in every crook and twist of its intention, the soul of the man who built it.' G. K. Chesterton .
I started with this project by the end of the nineties. I already had some collections and loose photos but I did not know what to do with them -apart from showing them over and over to friends. I was quite idle at work and Internet was new for me, so I spent whole days on the web. Then I happened to google the words "found photos" and found inspiration in the many sites devoted to found photos. But then I found (!) the big difference between those beautiful photos and mine:
most of them were not found but rather bought for pennies in garage sales and flea markets, while mine were 100% trash. I had the scanner, the Internet connection and lots of time, so I thought it would be fun to show everybody my findings on the web.
peron y evita I don't know if this is one of many copies that were handed as propaganda or the stains are blood or merely water that worked on the chemical stuff of the paper.
groma One out of the four boxes of photos that I have is devoted to this man, Samuel Gromatzky. Someday I will finish ordering this collection and I will put it in the site.
trio
lindaPerhaps five or six years ago I saw two pictures that really got my mind going. In one photo I saw three laughing nuns and in the other picture a man with a mask walking down the street with his hands in his pockets. Both pictures told stories, different ones every time I looked at them. Through the years the photographs have continued to fascinate me, especially when I've been able to see the actual prints. The photographer is Sune Karlsson of Torsby, Värmland, who I hereby proudly present as a guest on the F blog. The photographs below are a few of the many interesting pictures from his decades as a
enthusiastic photographer. Some more of his photographs you can see here.
Invited by Fredrik Skott.


