Jazz Seen

The heyday of Jazz performance photography is long over. The great masters of the genre and the musicians they captured on film are gone. Those wonderful gritty dark club interiors were of course captured on film.

As far as I know the best album covers ever printed were for jazz LPs in the fifties and early sixties. They were often as avant-garde as the music itself. They mirrored qualities of the music transposed to the visual medium. Maybe you can tell I’m a jazz buff.

Every now and then I try my hand at jazz photography. For one thing I can’t resist music. In this era jazz musicians they are something exotic. They have a presence that may have been overlooked when the music was more common. Of course the best players were never main stream for the pop audience. You had to pay attention to the music and the musicians. They demanded that the audience be up to their standards.

Middle of Nowhere

Mansion - Terlingua Texas
Mansion – Terlingua Texas
At the turn of the twentieth century the master of this house could look across the valley and know he was in control. Never mind that the nearest town of any substance was over a hundred miles away. You make your mark where you can.

He built this mansion so his wife and children would be comfortable. They never lived there or even visited for very long. Seems it was difficult to share a vision of privilege in the desert heat and dust. What good is wealth unless you enjoy what it brings to your life?

Mansion - Terlingua Texas No2
Mansion – Terlingua Texas No2

Landscape 2016

Ocotillo Before Dawn
Ocotillo Before Dawn – Big Bend National Park
Most people don’t think of Chihuahuan Desert as an interesting place. The intense daytime heat and nighttime cold are far from hospitable. Most of the plants and animals adapted to the environment don’t attract much attention. You really have to spend time out in the desert at the edges of the day to see the beauty that exists there. Hunters and prey are active when the light is low and temperatures moderate.

People driving through Big Bend will probably not even notice Ocotillo in the landscape. Except in extreme rainy conditions they look like tall dead sticks blowing in the wind. Chances are the dead looking sticks are very much alive just waiting for a little moisture to bloom. Lots of desert plants are like that. The landscape is mostly barren until a rainstorm sweeps through. A few days later there are flowers but only where the rain fell. The desert is full of surprises.