Tag Archives: J. S. Oppenheim

Sailing and Photography: There Were People

The portrait studios may mill out family art, cool and professional with calculated warmth from much practiced methods, but it may be the humble snapshot, the impromptu recording, that turns out the more truly intimate artifact.  For that reason, and … Continue reading

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An Exhausted Writer’s Retreat – Sunset, Blinds, Hunter Hill, May 1, 2013

On the old Oppenheim Arts & Letters, I had noted several times in its “19th Century” modern section the horror of having applied serious creative writing chops and energy to “chatyping” — that’s what I call all of this — at … Continue reading

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Will Try to Slow It Down (Maybe)

This latest flurious posterbating comes of rediscovering old shots on the way to recompiling a collection that started as a block of 20,000 files and for backup was divided both by year and subject into a dozen separate Lightroom catalogs. … Continue reading

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Fresh Prints – “American Farm Girl”, Washington County, Maryland, April 2010

Nothin’s over. I turned “Bertha” on and fed her fresh HP Vivera “Matte Black”, and she seems happy again turning out half a dozen of that above (white margins, no black border).  The print work she does remains impressive.  HP … Continue reading

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Bad Snapshots

God only knows I didn’t set out to share with the world first-thing-in-the-morning snapshots from my kitchen window. God, however, has a wicked sense of humor. I wonder: have I spent too much time on Facebook? Playing guitar? Reading? Watching … Continue reading

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I’ve Had Three Days

I’ve had three days, and I think that’s long enough to get over myself (and whatever it is that’s been bothering me and whose details I shall not divulge). I am a free man! Hot danish and Pete’s coffee — … Continue reading

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Sandstone Girl and Snow

She was my mother’s favorite. For a long time, she had a life on the edge of a patio, but when she started to melt, she was put beneath an eave behind the house, my parent’s last, in Rockville, Maryland. … Continue reading

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