1. SF! I’ll be in you this week. Let’s say hi and hug and have coffee.

    937-sixzeronine-2035 or jim@jimmcauleyphoto.com


  2. "Many books are just too superficial in my opinion. They do not feel “necessary” other than seemingly to fill a void in some person’s ego or desire to be noticed. A lot of photographers – and this is not limited by any means to the younger ones — seem to have a few interesting photos under their belt and then think they’ll make a book, so they just repeat themselves 47 more times and there you have it."

    I can understand this point to an extent. The problem is that it appears to assume that photo books operate in a singular way. Not every photo book is, attempts to be, or even wants to be a collection of great photographs, nor should it. Maybe that was the idea in 1960 but there are so many other methods of publishing available today that the format itself can and is manipulated to suit other ways of thinking. A book is not always a grand gesture.

    As someone who is self-publishing their first book project very soon I will unapologetically say that not every photograph in that book is a great photograph, and it never was supposed to be. I hope the book as a whole is interesting and if not I accept that as my failure, but to be judged on a singular photograph taken out of context? No. That’s not the point. Not every sentence in a great novel will necessarily stand alone. To ignore that a photograph in a book depends on the context of the the other content in the book is a shortsighted point of view. I have books that are full of great photographs that I seldom look at, because I think that they don’t function well as books. 

    For myself, the book itself is the thing, not just the pictures in the book. It’s no more egotistical to put out a book than it is to make a print and put it on a wall, or to make a post to tumblr attached with your name. It’s just another way of saying "I’m here and this is what I want to say"

    Sure, the act of showing your art, in any way, is arguably intertwined with the ego, but that’s not special to the book. Maybe I’m not old enough to be cynical about the form yet, but fuck this viewpoint. Make the shit you want to make. Yes, do us a favor and don’t litter the world with ill-considered, off-the-cuff, shallow work - but if it’s a project you put a lot of time and effort and deliberation into? Don’t let anyone stop you. And if it sucks, learn from the experience and make it better next time.

    B: Q & A with Jeffrey Ladd (via photographsonthebrain)


    (via benjaminrasmussen)

  3. Mom camping in the Quiet Zone near Green Bank, W. Va.

    Last May was a busy month. I had a lot on my to-do list for the month, starting work on three long term projects: D is for Friend, Dreams from No Man’s Land, and Quiet!and Mom offered to join me in exploring rural West Virginia and the people of the National Radio Quiet Zone. While this gave me pause at first (arranging access and forming relationships with strangers is hard enough when you’re working alone), her presence on the trip was a true boon for the project and made for a really pleasurable time on the road. 

    Her presence put the people we were working with at ease, and I think it really helped them open up to the story being told. Not many mothers would camp out in the wilderness with their son, sleeping in a tent for several nights without running water, but I’m happy that my mother made the trip. I couldn’t have done it without her. 

    Thanks, Mom! 

  4. Diane’s daybed, away from the noise and interference. Green Bank, W. Va. From the new series Quiet!

  5. Jennifer visiting with fellow sufferers of electromagnetic hypersensitivity from out of town, at the guest cabin in Green Bank. From the new series Quiet!

  6. Little League in the Quiet Zone. Green Bank, West Virginia. From the new series Quiet!

  7. Yo SLCerz, would love some eyes on some work. Holler at me if you’re around this weekend. #dreamsfromnomansland is starting to take shape.

  8. Abandoned schoolhouse, along Gary Greff’s Enchanted Highway. Regent, North Dakota. From the series D is for Friend.

    Gary was a truly inspiring character to meet, with all of the dreams he’s brought to fruition and those still in his head that he may, or may not, yet create. This school may one day become a part of the Enchanted Castle, with a dinner theatre in the tiered-concrete basement that once served as a basketball court. He described in great detail when we last spoke, a facade for the former school in which an enormous knight would slay a railcar-mounted, smoke spewing dragon every hour on the hour.

    I look forward to seeing what treasures and dreams Gary will have manifested from others’ trash by the next time I visit his Enchanted Highway and the lovely little town of Regent, North Dakota.

  9. Jamestown, North Dakota. Home of the world’s largest buffalo. From the new series D is for Friend.

  10. Downtown Dialogue. Towner, Cattle Capital of North Dakota. From the new series D is for Friend.

  11. Friday night dirt track race, Devil’s Lake North Dakota. From the new series D is for Friend.

  12. Super excited to post some new work that I’ve been putting a lot of time into. Last May, I traveled to North Dakota with Ian Bates and Jason Henry to look at the prairie land and the small town populace that depends on it. For now, this is a preview of the work, with a more exhaustive printed zine of the experience on it’s way. Many thanks to everyone who helped put this together. Stay tuned for some more new work going up this week, and in the future for more work from subsequent trips to the prairie.

  13. Joe Haddix’s Porch.

    More from Dreams from No Man’s Land as my scanning comes to a close.

  14. Strangled.

    From a new series, still in the wings, entitled Dreams from No Man’s Land.

  15. Jennifer in her small hillside cabin in the woods outside of Green Bank, W.Va. From the Radio Quiet Zone, May 2014.