What is this blog about? In a nutshell, it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philsophical.
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net
Or check out my other blog which talks about the darkroom work I get into:
http://californiasilverwizard.blogspot.com/
A very severe Nevada landscape, a rock wall hundreds of feet tall, carved by geological and hydrological forces too massive for us to wrap our heads around. Overlaid with an abandoned window in the ghost town of Bodie, a Ca. SHP.
Much has been written about the American SW desert, trying to explain why it is so entrancing, mesmerizing, inexplicable. I am reading a book by William Least Heat Moon titled 'Blue Highways'. Somewhere in there that I didn't earmark the pages were excellent ruminations about the desert.
There's a lot of nothing there. Thanks to the lack of tall vegetation (like back east - trees!), you feel like you can see forever, miles and miles and miles. Of what might seem to be nothing.
But somewhere in 'nothing' is everything. And this rock wall would be mute if you were to ask 'how? when?...'
So perhaps this image is about the window that this nothingness and inscrutability can be.
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net
Or check out my other blog which talks about the darkroom work I get into:
http://californiasilverwizard.blogspot.com/
A very severe Nevada landscape, a rock wall hundreds of feet tall, carved by geological and hydrological forces too massive for us to wrap our heads around. Overlaid with an abandoned window in the ghost town of Bodie, a Ca. SHP.
Much has been written about the American SW desert, trying to explain why it is so entrancing, mesmerizing, inexplicable. I am reading a book by William Least Heat Moon titled 'Blue Highways'. Somewhere in there that I didn't earmark the pages were excellent ruminations about the desert.
There's a lot of nothing there. Thanks to the lack of tall vegetation (like back east - trees!), you feel like you can see forever, miles and miles and miles. Of what might seem to be nothing.
But somewhere in 'nothing' is everything. And this rock wall would be mute if you were to ask 'how? when?...'
So perhaps this image is about the window that this nothingness and inscrutability can be.
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