Ranch mas

Ok, here's another in the series I shot last year in the near southwest. These may end up being part of a show together with Bethany DeMarco, a quality friend and fellow artist/photog. Let's see what you think about the 'backside of a barn'.

By the way, I did go ahead and decide on a price for these. You get the largest print I can fit on an 8x10 piece of Ilford for 75. This is for black and white, extremely limited addition, silver print. I will sign and number it to never exceed #25. For the stuff that is in color, I can't print those myself. Rest assured, each is printed with care on either Fuji Crystal Archive for the larger, odd sizes like those stretchy panoramas or Kodak Endura for standard 8x10's. Those 8x10 Color prints from film scans will be 50. The long panoramics are undecided as I want them to be biiiiiggg, but haven't got it all worked out yet.

My hope is that you can find a spot on the wall for something that you may really like from here at a very reasonable cost. If you're looking for something odd sized, matted or other special requests, please contact me and we'll figure it out.

Back to Bethany DeMarco. We had dinner last night, as we often do early-to-midweek. We were speaking about big things and big ideas like where we are in the 'The Beautiful Struggle', i.e. life, trying to get ahead, feelings of success, etc. Someone had told her something that I found pretty extraordinary. It was something to the effect of 'Are you marching up the hill that you'd want to die on?' (I'm thinking that due to my lack of all-encompassing language skills I'm going to butcher this next explanation.) The meanings of that, to me were something like,

"Are you doing what is satisfying to you in your journey?" "Are you working on something that you really want and if you were to just die there, would that be ok or are you on some other tangent that's really not working toward what you desire?"

This hit me perfectly and I'm inclined to subscribe to ideas like this. I believe that I often steer myself awkwardly across mountains and valleys, sometimes without a sense of destination. This is fine for a weekend excursion. This is fine to live by for some people, but for me, in my part of this life, it's not working very well. So what's the answer?

I'm maybe two or three steps up that hill. But I think I know what hill I want to climb right now. That's pretty damn good for me. Who knows what can happen? I'm excited about the prospects.

You may be along for the ride.