Long Island. It is an interesting place. Many people, too much traffic and known for the all the wrong reasons. We can’t escape our past, which has been emblazoned by the tabloids over and over again. Mixed with tension and arrogance, we often are considered only one step above New Jersey. Sometimes I even wonder if that is true anymore. I guess there is still Staten Island.
However, and a big however, despite the violence, the garbage, the taxes and highways, the strip malls and strip joints, there lies an aesthetic that must be realized. Sunsets over Robert Moses, the tall dune grasses along the South Shore, old farms and new vineyards that complete the East End. The list can go on. Even in decay.
I do most things in life backwards. This is especially true in my passion for the captured image. Most people discover photography early in life, in the form of an oatmeal carton, with a small opening no more than 1/100th of an inch. Originally realized in Persia, during the 10th century, by a curious scientist named Ibn al-Haytham (Alhazen), the pinhole has fascinated students and masters ever since.
Not for me, though. It would take years after acquiring the best equipment, the fastest lenses, and the greatest filters only to realize that the integrity and simplicity of pinhole work is what interests me most.
I hope, in this blog, that I will be able to share with you my own pinhole images. And I hope you will enjoy them. If not, well, at least thanks for looking?
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