Skateboard Ramp Transfer covid-19

Skateboard Ramp Transfer covid-19. First how does one make a skateboard picture when it is not safe to go to meet with your friends? Second, social isolation, covid-19, and skateparks got me thinking. Finally, is it safe to go skateboarding?

Skateboard Ramp Transfer
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The gnarly fakie rock, that’s right gnarly

The gnarly fakie rock
The gnarly fakie rock

The gnarly fakie rock? I know you are thinking not a gnarly trick. Well on this DIY quarter it actually was gnarly. As a matter of fact, the fisheye lens makes transitions look mellow. But this quarter is gnarly. And if you could see the makes and bails would have seen some near ankle-breaking action. This brings me to another skate photographer challenge and that is to watch someone almost wreck themselves to get a trick.

So there you have it. Skateboarder Felicia Gibbs shows us fakie rocks can be gnarly.

Desire at NAMM 2020 exists, street photography gallery

Desire at NAMM 2020

Desire at NAMM 2020 exists. In fact, NAMM is brimming with passion. And there are many levels of desire at NAMM.

The NAMM show contains people who desire to be finished with their music business. And, there is a larger amount of people who have a curiosity about music. In essence, this is the NAMM phenomenon. And it all circles back to desire.

There are many levels of desire at the show. First the musicians

The NAMM show contains people who want to become better musicians and others who desire fame. And musicians who used to be famous who now desire recognition. Also, people who desire musical friendships. And some go to NAMM to keep up with old friends.

The business people

There are people who desire money from selling musical instruments. And, companies who desire the creation of new instruments. And, people who use the show to get away from their normal jobs. What happens at NAMM stays at NAMM. And now onto the pictures.

I shot these pictures in a Daido Moriyama street photography style with a fuji camera and my iPhone. My intent was to capture desire within the photographs. To walk and point my camera at people pursuing their “desire”.

The End of Film Photography, an analog exploration

the end of film @thendofilm Ken Hada
the end of film @thendofilm Ken Hada

The end of film reminds me that there are ideas hidden in everything. To start, I recently created an Instagram account called the end of film or in the Instagram language @thendofilm. This all came about from a summer chore. And that chore was the archiving of old 35mm film negatives. Something I did over the summer in 2019. So how could a chore spark an idea?

During this chore, I found these half-pictures in just about every roll of film. In fact, the truncated photo occurs near the start of the film. And most times it would cut the image in half. And at first, these defective frames seemed useless. I thought these little imperfect images were sad. Because there was this possibly perfect picture cut in half. But sometimes the meaning of things change.

Soon I was collecting these unusual snippets of film. Because I began to find them interesting. I thought they showed potential instead of failure. The blown-out part of the film represented what could have been. At certain times the bright part of the film sort of looked like a gateway.

The end of film or this place where light washes away reality can be a fun concept to explore.

I look at these images and wonder what happened before everything went white. The gateway can represent a beginning or an end.

Is the blown-out area a jumping-off point for time travel?

Is the blown-out area space where time does not exist? And when the white fades into a legible picture is that the threshold where time begins? Or did I spend too much time on Inner Space when I was young?

In the end, this place where the machine starts or stops becomes an interesting place to explore. Check out my end of film pictures on my Instagram account @thendofilm

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Ric Ocasek of The Cars death

I first heard Ric Ocasek of The Cars in 1979 over a console stereo in La Palma California. I was a 15-year-old drummer. And jamming with a young guitar player. In fact, either Mike Stevens or Luis Oliver was there too. Eventually, I bought The Cars record. Their music taught me about rock n roll. I still listen to the Cars. Their songs never got old to me. RIP, Ric Ocasek.