Boonville Archive

2008-07-07T12:31:00.005-05:00

This is an archive covering all the posts written by Timothy Briner over the course of an eleven month period in 2007 & 2008, while I working on the Boonville project.

Visit www.timothybriner.com for more information. No new news will be covered on this site. You can visit HYSMD for continuous updates.

To navigate the archive, click on the links to the right.

Day 328, Greetings from NY!

2008-06-19T23:45:00.013-05:00

Laura, NY Subway, July, 2007

A few days ago I picked up seven small boxes of film from Louisville, KY. These boxes represent the culmination of the last five years of my life, and the future of Boonville. The last year will always mean so much more then a few boxes of film, but there is an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction when holding the (near) entirety of the project in my hands -- It really blows my mind that all the sweat and tears, in its physical form, can simply be held in my arms!

Over the last year I've pretty much been in my own world, but now I'm finally back and dealing with the reality of it all. I'm excited about the editing process, etc. But I'm completely broke, have no income at all, do not have a job lined up, and I'm desperately trying to rebuild my relationship with Laura (I believe we are on the road to a healthy recovery!). Not to mention coming down from being on the road for the last 300+ days and having the weight of the projects completion on my shoulders.

Over the last few days that I've been home, I've been having trouble sleeping, I can't sit still, and the anxiety is giving me crushing headaches. Although I currently feel like it's all crashing in around me, I'm embracing every minute of it. I worked for a very long time to make it to this place. And as I sat in my kitchen staring out the window today, I remembered the long nights in which I would dream about this moment. I'm extremely grateful and proud. And very excited! Stay tuned. More on editing and the next phase soon.

Lame Deer & Devils Tower

2008-06-10T11:50:00.002-05:00

Devils Tower

After an hour of driving on Rt 90 through Montana, I decided to turn off and take the back roads. What a beautiful thing. No cops, no trucks, no cars, and the few people I did pass waved to me, or tipped their cowboy hat.

I made my way about 60 miles before I found gas. A close call. Especially since I still have no cell service. I roll into the sparse town of Lame Deer, MT. Minutes after entering, I see 10 kids on four wheelers, 6 people riding horses, and 50 to 100 people walking the dirt roads. The town was old and beautiful: Robert Adams beautiful, not Ansel Adams. The economy is obviously depressed, and the town was littered with "I Am Meth Clean" stickers. Lame Deer is in the middle of Cheyenne Country. About 95% of the people I saw were American-Indian. I spent a few hours taking photos, and I was even invited into the home of local who wanted to show me the Buffalo head in his bedroom. He explained how he places the skull face down to keep its spirit from escaping. He then invited me to a Sweat. I denied. It was a fun few hours. And a needed boost.

I then headed to Devils Tower, and the to Deadwood, SD, where I stayed the night. I'm finally off to Mt. Rushmore today. And then no more screwing around, I'm getting my ass home.

Hannah Montana

2008-06-09T13:57:00.003-05:00

Somewhere in Montana, June 8, 2008

A lot has happened over the last few weeks. Laura and I started out on a great road trip that ended up being awesome, terrible, horrible, and awesome. It's back to being somewhere between terrible and horrible. Laura flew home from Spokane, WA yesterday: The road, and the stop-and-go was getting to her -- and of course there is being stuck in a small car with me.

I will write more later, but the bottom line is that Boonville, and my (often selfish) obsession with the road and my work, has damaged our relationship. There were many times on this trip I struggled with this projects purpose, and the purpose of life and art in general. These are thought-provoking and important questions -- in my opinion -- but right now none of it seems remotely worth it.

After Laura flew out, I went across the street to fill up the car with gas. I was shocked to find out my bank card get denied. It turns out that I recently lost track of my bank acct while traveling, and I now have a balance of -$27. I then realize my emergency CC expired just last month, and all I have is $20 in cash. I pulled out the greatly-in-debt Amex card used for Boonville, and although it is far passed max, it still worked. And to top it all off, my cell phone has not had service since.

I am in Montana now, and will be heading to Devils Tower and Mt. Rushmore and the Badlands today. I hope to be home soon. I am very tired of being on the road, and all I want to do is figure out my life, my relationship and to sleep in my own bed for the first time since November.

Kody

2008-05-28T15:31:00.000-05:00

Kody, Midnight Milking, Boonville, New York, 2007

Last week I received some tragic news about a dear friend in Boonville, NY. During the time I was in NY, I stayed with the Beasock Family for three or four weeks. The time spent with them and in NY was some of the most productive, inspiring and enlightening times I had over the course of the entire trip.

I cannot fully express how amazing the Beasock Family was. They took me into their home and cared for me as if I was one of their own. We had a sit-down dinner almost every night. I went hunting with them, carved pumpkins on Halloween, and witnessed their immense love for one another first hand.

Sadly, their youngest boy, Kody, and his brother Christopher, were in a terrible dirt-bike accident on Memorial day. Kody passed away instantly (he was only twelve), and Chris is in critical condition in Syracuse. I want to, and could, write an entire thesis about those two boys and their love for each other and the outdoors. But right now I can't. I love those boys, and that family very much. And I am still at a loss for words.

*Taken from a post about the Beasock Family, dated November, 3, 2007 (click HERE for post):

"I don't have a favorite, but Kody reminds me of myself at his age: Loud, obnoxious, and hilarious, with a slight touch of brilliance--if I may say so."

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Pause | to Begin

2008-05-26T14:29:00.002-05:00

Last week I met up with David and Ethan from Pause to Begin. They are on a month-long trip across the states and Mexico. They are meeting with and interviewing the 15 photographers chosen for the inaugural PtB book and exhibition.

We met up at Point Ryes National Seashore (or something like that) and found a nice place to camp for the night.

I had a few too many beers before the video-interview started and I had just finished the bulk of Boonville two days before. I was all over the place, to say the least. Regardless, I had a really great time. And it was actually very therapeutic to talk about the ups and downs and details of the last ten months, even if I wasn't ready for it.

They are writing a great blog about their travels: pausetobegin.com/blog

Coming Home: Day 3, San Diego, CA

2008-05-23T14:39:00.005-05:00

Photo by Laura and Blackberry

Photo: Last picture taken with 2001 Chrystler 300M (Steve). Ten months, twenty-one thousand miles, one tow, six oil changes, twenty-five states, no tickets, no flats, three new drive-shafts, and five-bungi-cords-holding-bumper-together later, "Steve" has been traded for a 2006 Nissan Sentra. No name yet.

So, Laura and I have not spent more then four days with each other since July, 2007. We are now embarking on a thirty-day cross-country tourist fest. I will be taking many pictures, all of which (thankfully!) will be completely unrelated to Boonville.

It's been great being reunited with Laura. But in a small car together for thirty days? We will either have the greatest time, want to kill each other, or both--Please stay tuned! Laura is writing a blog about the trip as well: Roemer's Reality

We are off to the Grand Canyon on Tuesday!

Stranded

2008-05-20T16:45:00.003-05:00

Where is Amy Stein when you need her? I think I would have made a wonderful Stranded subject. Too bad.

While I was on my way through SF to pick up Laura in San Diego my car died. Actually, my drive shaft died. After twittering my situation, Geoff (@sadkids) showed up to enjoy in the fun. We got a ride with the tow-truck driver, had lunch, and I spent an hour or so taking pictures on Brannan St.

Half of my life-savings later (not saying much), I am back on the road. Or I will be very soon.

Thank You and Farewell, For Now

2008-05-12T13:40:00.011-05:00

I've spent the last ten months traveling to six different regions of this country. I have struggled with myself for much of the trip. I have encountered personal battles that I have won and lost. And I have discovered first-hand the infinite possibilities and layers of the American landscape.

"The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem" -Walt Whitman.

With Boonville, I'm examining these six towns and the people that inhabit them as my way to investigate life and modernity in America: The typology, the people, the power, the corruption and the soil: All of this is my exploration of America's identity; through one lens, "one" town, and one collective ideology.

The first part of this project--the journey--is essentially over. Farewell, and thank you all. I have had the single greatest experience of my life. And without many of you (I began to make a list of names but stopped when it reached 200), it could not have been even remotely possible.

I would like to thank a few very special people: Laura Roemer, Spencer Chandler, George Rosa, Sandra Briner + Mike Zmuda, Skip + Dawn Briner, Karen + Charlie Roemer, Jason Covert and Andrew Dailinger. You were all instrumental in making this project come true. Thank you.

And thank you to every single Boonvillian and friend I have met along the way. You--individually and collectively--have given me more then I could have ever imagined.

This journal is not complete. Stay tuned for more, if you'd like.

In Search of America, Part 4.

2008-05-01T17:13:00.004-05:00

Flags & Roses, Boonville, IN, 2008

Anyone else feel like sleeping till noon, and then taking a nap at three? You questioning your existence? NO? Me neither!

"I have been traveling lately trying to understand what it means to be American. I have been doing my best to become an American, I have been eating, driving, dressing, talking, etc like an American, watching how Americans talk to each other, how they think, how they react, what they say behind closed doors, etc. What does it mean to be American? What have we become? What is our future? Are we realizing that everything we have allowed ourselves to become in the past 30 years is going to slowly kill us? Have we dug our own grave and are we now polishing the casket?" - Will Steacy

vs.

"The Americans of all nations at any time upon the earth have probably the fullest poetical nature. The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem. In the history of the earth hitherto the largest and most stirring appear tame and orderly to their ampler largeness and stir. Here at last is something in the doings of man that corresponds with the broadcast doings of the days and night. Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations." -Walt Whitman

Alexander Supertramp

2008-04-30T15:18:00.005-05:00

"The trip was to be an odyssey in the fullest sense of the word, an epic journey that would change everything." -Jon Krakauer, Into The Wild

Two days ago I started the book Into The Wild for the second time on this trip. I watched the film of the same name for the first time three days ago. And I finished the book this morning. The film is very beautiful, but is ultimately a waste of time. Sean Penn supposedly worked on getting the film made for ten years. The story goes that he read the book in one sitting, and after finishing it he immediately read it again, and then he began the long journey to writing it for the screen and directing it. Sean Penn succeeded at pulling on my heart-strings, and making a typical Hollywood feature. But the movie fails, in almost every way, to tell an honest tale of this young man and his "great adventure."

Read the book. The movie just romanticizes his journey. I understand artistic license, but the fact that he manipulated factual information really bothers me. Christopher McCandless would surely be disappointed in the conventionalism and fluffiness of Penn's story.

Day 270-ish, 24 days to go

2008-04-28T16:48:00.002-05:00

The sick is over. I survived.

I photographed the High School Prom the other night... But I have nothing much else to report. The town is awesome, unique, and mysterious. I have very little energy, and have even less motivation to write on this blog. But stay tuned. The randomness will continue.

Nine Months

2008-04-21T15:13:00.003-05:00

I've been having a great time over the last few days--shooting, eating, drinking, sleeping, drinking, shooting, eating, sleeping, etc.

I've been on the road for nine months today. Nine months! I can't believe it's almost over. Seems like yesterday that blah blah... But now, for the first time in nine months (and probably a lot longer) I'm sick. I haven't had anything worse then a small headache this entire time. But it caught up with me. I slept twelve hours yesterday. Who sleeps twelve hours!?

Anyway... I'm off to soup, tea and bed.

I Can't Paint

2008-04-19T13:03:00.005-05:00

Noel Rodo-Vankeulen started a photography blog in December, 2007 called We Can't Paint. It's turned into my favorite morning coffee spot. I can say many things about Noel. But the bottom line is that he shows great work, asks great questions, he's extremely intelligent and there's no bullshit attached.

Over the last few months I have been sending Noel images from my Boonville work. I sent him a few pieces for an interview he did with me awhile back (Interview and images HERE), and Noel took the time to write me a wonderful review of each image. I have been sending him work ever since, and he has continued to send me lengthy reviews.

Noel has a way with words and he has an understanding of photography and art unlike anyone I have known.

I'm very excited about his upcoming project.

"We Can’t Paint Magazine and We Can’t Paint Gallery will become extensions of my blog, permitting both a lengthier viewing experience and a broader forum to contemplate issues concerning the medium. For me these two new additions are not replacing the We Can’t Paint blog, but they are natural progressions of expanded ideas and collaborations."

For more info, and to learn how to submit work for We Can't Paint--blog, magazine, and gallery--go HERE.

Pause | To Begin

2008-04-15T17:53:00.004-05:00

Image Copyright Thomas Prior

I'm happy to announce that I was one of fifteen photographers to be accepted for the upcoming Pause, To Begin exhibition, book, and documentary. This is the first time the work from Boonville will be displayed. I'm very excited.

View the Pause, To Begin SITE to view selected works from the chosen photographers.

"In the coming months your work will be exhibited in our online gallery, in an exhibition, and in a limited edition hard bound book published by Booksmart Studio in Rochester, NY. Additionally, you will be featured in a Pause, to Begin documentary created by international filmmaker Bruno Toré.

In the next week we will be contacting you to schedule a time and date when we can come meet you in order to learn more about your work."

"the heartbeat and backbone of America"

2008-04-14T16:33:00.004-05:00

"The last president to visit the town of over 7,000 people was Abraham Lincoln, and the last presidential candidate to visit was Robert Kennedy in 1968.

'I love coming to places that don't normally see presidents of the United States. You're the heartbeat and backbone of America,' [Bill] Clinton said when he first scanned the crowd upon his arrival [to Boonville, Indiana]."

Can I Come Home With You Tonight?

2008-04-09T15:27:00.003-05:00

Untitled (Can I Come Home With You Tonight?), Copyright Jane Tam

As many of you know, I have received all of my monetary support for this ten-month insanity from friends, family, and artists--I'm extremely grateful. As I'm approaching the finish line, I'm now about five grand in the hole. What better time to give back, right? I just bought the above print, created by Jane Tam, and I just sent Jason L. a check for his exhibition catalog.

Spending money is not something that normally makes me happy (I'm a bit down as my previous post will explain). But if I see a good opportunity, and if the majority of the proceeds go to the artists, or non-profits that give back to the community, like Cannery Works (my support), and Humble, then I'll do what I can--and sometimes even if I can't.

Support good art.

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Are we there yet?

2008-04-09T13:25:00.002-05:00

I was that kid. And I still am.

I will not subject you to another round of whining. Randomly click on the archives below and you will surely find a post that will discuss my previous struggles and frustrations. This time, like all the rest, is the worst yet. Nine days and counting... but this time life has intersected. It seems like all the issues that my personal life wanted to throw at me over the last year waited until I arrived to Boonville, CA. Not a big deal, It will work out.

P.S. Anyone have an extra five grand lying around? Let me know. Thanks.

President Clinton to visit Boonville, IN

2008-04-07T13:39:00.008-05:00

"Former President Clinton will make stops on Thursday in Boonville, Jasper, Vincennes and Clinton, though exact locations and times have yet to be announced."

UPDATE: "Clinton is expected to speak at 2 p.m. for approximately 35 to 40 minutes in the Pioneer Stadium, the Boonville High School basketball gymnasium. That facility has a seating capacity of over 5,000. The public and members of the press are invited."

Women Photographers

2008-04-06T19:38:00.005-05:00

unite.

"when you see one of these badges on someone’s site, you know that you’re free to e-mail her and you’ll be met with warmth and enthusiasm and a helping hand." -Liz Kubal

A new blog and resource for women photographers has been created: http://womenincontemporaryphotography.blogspot.com/

"The idea is to give women a place to show their work as well as share news, book releases, and opportunities. We would like to get things started with a group show. We are sending out a call for entries, suggestions or support. "

Women in Photography
submissions: womeninphotography@gmail.com

5 jpegs from a cohesive project
Brief bio / statement

Jpegs- 5x7 @ 150 dpi
named: photogsname_title.jpg

If you are a female photographer, or artist, and have not read this NY Times Style article or seen the responses by Edna, Cara, and Liz, then I am glad I added this. If you have... just ignore it.

Day 245, Boonville, CA!

2008-04-01T10:45:00.002-05:00

I arrived to Boonville, CA last night. I'm staying just out of town at a rustic cabin at the Wellspring Renewal Center. As they say on their site: "A Sacred Wilderness Setting for Renewal of the Human Spirit." The place is majestic.

I've only been in Boonville for one day, but I am afraid that it already has a hold of me. Boonville is a population of roughly 712, it's nestled in the Anderson Valley, it's quaint, Liberal, and they have a Boonville Beer Festival once a year, amongst many other fantastic qualities. I don't think I will ever want to leave. Sorry Brooklyn.

And no, it is not a coincidence that I am here during the Beer festival.

Up Next/Last: Boonville, California!

2008-03-31T16:43:00.004-05:00

Last stop, Boonville!

It's been a long trip, but I'm very excited to be finishing this ten-month journey in Boonville, California. The normal nervous anxiety awaits. More soon.

Friday: A's vs Giants

2008-03-29T16:29:00.002-05:00

Home-Cooked Meal, #24

2008-03-27T17:04:00.004-05:00

Geoff Ellis and Sarah Lacy, San Francisco, CA, 2008

A huge thanks to Geoff (Sadkids) Ellis and Sarah Lacy for the most amazing fried chicken I have ever had (I just had seconds, it is good!). Also, they have opened their home and their Guitar Hero to me this week (and they have generously donated to the project in the past!). We are going to a Giants game tomorrow. Good times.

I am off to Boonville, CA on Saturday.

Tue, Wed: Random SF

2008-03-27T15:58:00.003-05:00

This question has come up three times since I got to San Francisco: "Who in the world decided it would be a good idea to build a city here?" I love it, I really do, it is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. But it is kinda crazy people agreed to build a large city here -- just doesn't seem possible. If it was my choice, I would have said no. But nobody listens to me anyway.

Monday: Rt. 1

2008-03-25T12:56:00.003-05:00

I drove part of California State Route One on my way to SF. I fell in love. The cliffs, sunset, and death-defying hairpin turns definitely have the potential to motivate and inspire. My digital camera died on me about an hour after I hit the road -- I missed some great moments. But I was forced to truly experience something for once. I should put down the camera more often.

Sunday: Salton Sea

2008-03-24T13:21:00.006-05:00

Driving log:
Thursday, 8 hours (Marfa, TX) - Saturday, 10 hours (Phoenix, AZ) - Sunday, 7 hours (San Bernadino, CA) - Monday, 6 hours (San Francisco, CA). Next stop, Boonville!

Marfa, day 2

2008-03-21T23:19:00.005-05:00

Photographer Will Steacy and I have been running around Marfa, TX for the last few days. If you have the opportunity to visit Marfa, I highly recommend it! I'm off to Phoenix, AZ.

Marfa

2008-03-19T23:51:00.003-05:00

Prada Marfa , an installation by Berlin Based artists Elmgreen and Dragset

I am on the road to Boonville, California. I will be stopping at many places along the way -- Marfa, Texas being the first.

My time in Boonville, Texas was short, compared to the other Boonvilles I have lived in, but it was an important visit, and it has reconnected me with many of the ideas that were running through my head when I first created this project. I'm excited to see the images, and to fit them together with the rest of the work. Thanks Boonville/Bryan, Texas. It was a challenging but rewarding visit.

Marfa, Texas (wikipedia):
In 1971, Donald Judd, the renowned minimalist artist, moved to Marfa from New York City. After renting summer houses for a couple of years he bought two large hangars, some smaller buildings and started to permanently install his art. While this started with his building in New York, the buildings in Marfa (now The Block, Judd Foundation) allowed him to install his works on a larger scale. In 1976 he bought the first of two ranches that would, to him, be his primary places of residence, continuing a long love affair with the desert landscape surrounding Marfa. Later, with assistance from the Dia Art Foundation in New York, Judd acquired decommissioned Fort D.A. Russell, and began transforming the fort's buildings into art spaces in 1979. Judd's vision was to house large collections of individual artists' work on permanent display, as a sort of anti-museum. Judd believed that the prevailing model of a museum, where art is shown for short periods of time, does not allow the viewer an understanding of the artist or their work as they intended.

The Eagle

2008-03-17T11:14:00.003-05:00

The last few days have been great -- lots of shooting. An article came out today. Read it here.

The Home Stretch?

2008-03-15T11:08:00.003-05:00

Coon Hunters, Boonville, N. Carolina, 2007

I leave for CA early next week, and it finally hit me that Boonville, CA will be my final destination on this ten-month journey. From time to time I think hard about where I am, and how I got here, and I am still shocked that it is happening -- and yet it is almost over. Somebody recently asked me if I am able to enjoy the actual journey and process. I want to say that I do, and that it is great. But the truth is that I will probably have a much stronger understanding of it while I am sitting at home a year from now, looking over all my notes, and snapshots from this process. I do enjoy it. And I do love it. But can I really fully understand and experience it in real time? I think I am, but I wonder how this journey will affect me over time.

I’m getting really nervous that this is almost finished. I can’t wait to go home, but I often feel like I am just getting started. The plan has always been to revisit each of the communities at least once more, for a week or so at a time. I look forward to that: Seeing all my friends, and taking another look at my notes, and previous images. I do not plan on stretching this project out any farther then I need to. But something is only done when it is done.

My biggest worry right now is money. As of February, I have exhausted all of my funds -- Gas and film developing are the main culprits. I know it shouldn’t be on my mind, because it will just add more pressure to the process, but that is reality. I’m currently working on making a few 11x14” fiber prints available for sale at a low price, to help get my film developer paid (he is currently working on IOUs) and to get me through Boonville, CA. More on that soon…

The last four days have been great. They have been filled with absolutely nothing. I was out taking pictures the other day, and I ran into John and his dog, Edie. John is in his mid-twenties, and lives in an apartment on the former site of Boonville, Texas. He kindly invited me to stay over for a night (I was in a motel for 3 days before that because of the cold). One night turned into four, and I did nothing but sit in John’s apartment watching the likes of Family Guy, Freaks and Geeks, the Discover and History channel, and South Park. It was absolutely wonderful, and a much needed dose of brainless Television. I did feel a bit guilty at times, but if I have learned anything about my low points, it’s to listen to and embrace them. I did shoot a bit while I was at John’s. But it was mostly inside his apartment, and a few portraits of him behind the complex.

Over the last seven months, there has been somewhat of a structure to the trip, and to the towns. Boonville, Texas is not a town, and it has thrown me for a bit of a loop. I'm enjoying the challenge, but it has definitely lived up to its "question mark" status. The work here has become a bit more conceptual, which feels great, and it works, but overall it has been a shock to the system.

Last night, while back at the camp, I went through almost all of the work I have shot to date. I am very excited about getting home and putting it all together. I haven’t looked at some of it for five or six months. It’s interesting how certain things pop out at me now, and actually make sense. I hope to see more of that when I get home.

I have a new site up. It's in the early stages. www.timothybriner.com

TX update: Bugs and Crack

2008-03-07T20:11:00.004-05:00

I cracked my Mamyia 7 (camera) and flash last night. Crap!

Also, It was too cold and wet to camp, so I stayed in a shitty motel. I woke up at 3am with a terrible nightmare -- bugs were crawling all over me, and eating me alive. I instantly went into a panic and thought I was actually being eating alive -- not a far stretch considering the place I am staying.

The camera still works. Just doesn't focus properly. And the cable release cracked off and is jammed all up in it. I was having a blast shooting though. So I kept on it. I hope the shot was worth it. The flash works, but the hotshoe is completely gone. So I can still attach a sync cord, or hand hold it. Not so bad. Gotta send the 7 off to Mamiya -- not looking forward to that bill.

Otherwise, I'm doing great. Enjoying sleeping in a bed, and got some film back today. I'm excited about a few things. Some early images were just studies -- some of which I was hoping would be finals, but it's back to the beginning for those guys.

I'm in TX for about twelve more days. I'm slowly figuring out my place in it, and I'm looking forward to the coming week -- and CA!

get out of your own way, Tim!

2008-03-06T10:22:00.009-05:00

At the bottom of this post you will find a page taken from my Journal, from five months ago (I've been reading through them lately). It pretty much sums up how I feel today, and yesterday, and the day before.

It's interesting how exactly five months ago I was feeling scared and confused, mostly about the project and the work. I've come a long way since October, 5, 2007, but I'm still confused from time to time. And I'm almost always scared of something. Usually it is something regarding my process, or lack of will, or money issues, but last night it was actually the wind. At about 12:30am I heard a bunch of noises, sounds of footsteps: I quietly undid my sleeping bag, opened my knife, and quickly zipped open my tent while I gracefully crawled towards the intruder -- hahahaha, I'm just like Rambo.

But seriously, each town is a new and completely different situation. And I still find myself going through the same, and necessary, motions to fully understand my place in it. I'm currently dealing with a bit of that. Five months ago I was down right scared. Now I have a bit of respect and understanding for it. But it still takes its toll.

Updated:
If I have sounded negative or put-upon in some posts regarding these struggles, I do not mean to. I'm having the time of my life, and I get to create art every single day! I'm loving every minute of it. Even the struggles. They're kinda the best part. They continue to make me think, and grow. And I don't think art is only about struggling, or pain, but I do think both of those things are strongly connected to the process of creating art. And with that comes meaningful work (crossing fingers). ###

"Boonville, New York, October 5, 2007

The hardest thing seems to be getting passed the fear. I have tons of self-doubt. It seems to be taking over. The fear is thick. Today I felt genuinely afraid and alone. I know what I must do, and I want to do it, it just seems to be getting harder. I believe I will struggle with this project up until the end. That is not comforting. Personal quests are meant to be filled with fear, guilt and self-doubt, that is why they are worth doing, to push me forward, right? Powerful ideas and projects are full of struggles and setbacks. My mind has to be strong. I have to believe. Or I will fail, this is certain. I must reach beyond myself, get out of my own mind, and see it from a different perspective -- get out of your own way, Tim!"

In Search of America, Part 3

2008-03-04T20:20:00.004-05:00

Chevy Truck, Texas Flag, Boonville/Bryan, TX

I'm having a good time in Texas. I'm still not quite secure in how I'm feeling about the former Boonville, and how I will approach it, but I have started to produce a few things I am really excited about -- we will see how I feel after seeing them in a few days.

Texas is strange. It's hard to describe, but if you have ever been here, you know what I mean. It's everything and at the same time it is nothing. Very strange. Very big.

"Texas is a state of mind. Texas is an obsession. Above all, Texas is a nation in every sense of the word." John Steinbeck, Travels with Charlie: In Search of America, 1962

I'm currently struggling with having to drop Laura off at the airport. We spent the last few days in Austin, and now she is back in NY. After finally being back together for the first time in over two months, we are again separated. Three days is only long enough to make us miss each other more.

Home-Cooked Meal, #23 (Thanks SFA!)

2008-03-04T19:53:00.005-05:00

PBJ, Sarah Sudhoff, Nochadoches, TX, Feb., 2008

As I previously mentioned, Sarah Sudhoff invited me to be a guest lecturer at the Stephen F. Austin State University, in Nochadoches, TX. It went very well. I had a great time speaking, as well as hanging out with some of the photography students.

Sarah was very kind: putting me up for a few nights, giving me access to her shower, making me dinner two nights in a row, and being an all around killer host and good time. A big thanks to SFA, Sarah, Gary, and all of the students and faculty that made it out to hear all my babbling.

Sarah and I, Nochadoches, TX

Talk: Thur., Feb. 28, Stephen F. Austin State University, Nacogdoches, TX

2008-02-27T15:09:00.005-05:00

Sarah Sudhoff has kindly asked me to be a guest lecturer at the Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, Texas. If you are near Nacogdoches, please stop by!

Thursday, February 28, 2008, 5-6pm
Stephen F. Austin State University
2124 Wilson Drive North
Art Building, Room 106
Nacogdoches, Texas

Gladys Cundiff Morrison

2008-02-27T12:46:00.007-05:00

Gladys Cundiff Morrison with picture of first High School for black students in Yadkin County, Boonville, NC

Today I found an article written about Gladys Cundiff Morrison and her late father, E. L. Cundiff. Mr. E. L. Cundiff, who died at the age of 102 in 1999, was the leading force behind establishing the first School for black children where the grades went through High School, in Boonville, N. Carolina.

From the Winston-Salem Journal, 02-27-08:

"Gladys Morrison lived within a half-mile of several schools that she couldn’t attend. Her textbooks, often secondhand, were missing pages. Yet, as a child in the 1930s, she says, she didn’t know that she was missing out. She had dreams that took her far beyond segregated Yadkin County.

Her one-room school in Boonville went to only the seventh grade. Most students left to find menial jobs, something her father, E.L. Cundiff, couldn’t bear. So, he pushed the General Assembly to pressure local officials to provide money for a new school. And in 1941, he donated land for the Yadkin County School.

Morrison and her friends didn’t fully understand the full meaning of segregation. 'Back in those days, there was no animosity. There were white students, and we knew each other, and when it was time to go to school, they went one way, and we went another,' she said. 'Back then, they didn’t teach hate. It took a long time before we knew why.'

Her father was a teacher and would have educators from Philadelphia and other big cities in their home. He was always looking for ways to encourage black students and broaden their horizons, Morrison said." (This is edited, read the whole article here)

I spent many hours with Gladys at her home while I was in NC. All day actually. The time spent with her was memorable. She is extremely active in the surrounding communities, just as her father was before her. If I remember correctly, Gladys is the director of the local arts organization in Elkin, NC, and was a former director at a halfway house for woman. She also acts as a mentor to many woman in the area. One of which came by during my visit, seeking her advice. With all this -- and many other things, I'm sure -- she still has time for current politics. She was reading Barack's biography and had just finished Hillary's, when I came to visit. Something I don't have the patience for.

I recently received a wonderful letter from her: "Are you eating well? (smiles) The Loaf Bread you liked so well could very well be repeated. Do let me know." Gladys Cundiff Morrison is a truly special person. And like many of the other people I have encountered along the way, I am honored to know her.

Gladys, Boonville, NC, 2007

P. S. See a few more images from the project here.

Camping

2008-02-25T13:56:00.003-05:00

Bryan Lake, Bryan, TX, Feb. 23, 2008

Save Boonville

2008-02-23T17:37:00.012-05:00

Still camping, have not showered since I was in Dallas on Monday, cut my finger chopping wood, had to find a cheap clinic to get a tetanus shot, and I've been kept awake by loud kids and bonfires for the last three days. But on to the important part...

2002 aerial photo of old Boonville property with original survey markings laid over top (click for larger view).

This morning I went to a talk at the local Heritage Center. Mr. Henry Mayo gave a presentation on the property where the former Town of Boonville sits, and its historical relevance. The majority of the "old Boonville" property has already been optioned by a firm to put in a commercial center -- adding a Best Western, as well as other businesses. Mr. Mayo is trying to get the city to purchase a piece of land to add a small park in the old town square. He is not even trying to deter this "progress" from happening. He just wants a small park. But nobody seems to be listening.

Boonville was officially registered as a town in 1844, but was first settled in the 1830s or so. It became extinct in 1866, but there were probably people still living there and calling it Boonville until the early 1900s. Old Boonville was the FIRST town and the FIRST County Seat of Brazos County. It is rich with history, and it has never even been the subject of a proper archaeological dig. And as we speak, bulldozers under contract from the commercial firm are further destroying its history. Granted, they are most likely just simple artifacts, but isn't that important? Or are they just artifacts? Isn't it also a statement on our current values in a largely quick-and-easy and corporate society? I don't know who's misstep it was, but shame on them (the City of Bryan, Texas?) for never making old Boonville something more then a future shopping center.

This project has never really been about the history of the towns. But that doesn't mean I am not invested in it. I've researched each towns origins and history for years, and I continue to do so when I arrive into each new community. TX is no different, except maybe that I am a bit more interested, seeing that it's all that's left.

Today I met some wonderful people that are very interested and passionate about old Boonville. It is amazing how many people don't even know about the former town. And as one person put it to me today, "Most people think the Boonville Cemetery is named for Boonville Road." If Mr. Mayo and the dedicated "old Boonvillians" of Bryan, TX do not succeed, then will people in 50 years think the Cemetery was named for the "Boonville Town Center," the name of the new Best Western commercial property?

Seriously, if we don't even preserve our beginnings, then what should we preserve?

Boonville, Texas

2008-02-21T19:27:00.003-05:00

Cracked Gravestone, Boonville Cemetery, Bryan, TX

I'm currently camping near a lake in Bryan, TX. I was wrong in my previous post, Boonville became extinct around the late 1860s, and it looks like, from the map I got yesterday, that the town was less then a square mile.

There are a lot of different things going on in that small space. In the former town limits there is now an expressway, two car dealerships, a few broken and abandoned homes, a farm, and the outer edges of three or four different subdivisions. The Boonville cemetery is the only remaining sign that a town existed there, and it is huge.

I've been racking my head trying to figure out how to approach this town, and I think I got it. But it is early, and it has been a rough start. Camping hasn't been great. I was rained out last night and a few kids decided to party till 2am near my tent. I'm in good spirits though and have already made many contacts with the people who own the "old boonville" land. Still more to go. To be continued...

P.S. I was on the local news. Watch it here. It's very short.

Interview

2008-02-21T19:12:00.002-05:00

There is an interview by Noel Rodo-Vankeulen about me and the project on his very nice blog, We Can't Paint (what a great name!). Read it here.

Home-Cooked Meal, #22

2008-02-21T18:55:00.003-05:00

Oklahoma Joe's BBQ, Kansas City, MO

Thanks to Kevin and Tiffany (below) for the hospitality while in KC! They didn't make me a home-cooked meal, but we sure did stuff our faces while I was there.

Bryan/Boonville, Texas

2008-02-17T10:05:00.007-05:00

View Larger Map

Above is the area in which Boonville, Texas once inhabited. The only remaining sign of Boonville's existence is Boonville Road, and the Boonville Cemetery. Boonville was incorporated and became the County Seat of Brazos County in the late 1870s. By the early 1900s it was a ghost town.

Just as many traditional American values are suffering today because of our need for convenience, so too was Boonville, TX. In the late 1890s the railroad came into Bryan, TX, the neighboring community, and everyone but a few deserted Boonville for the new form of transportation, and ways of receiving goods.

I arrive tomorrow morning. We are currently looking for the person in charge of the Cemetery so I can have full access, and I have an appointment with an area judge whose great-grandfather is buried there. I am very curious about this forgotten town. I've been thinking about it for a long time now, and I am still unsure how I am going to approach it. Tomorrow should be very interesting.

Kansas City, Urban Culture Project, FRIDAY, February 15, 2008

2008-02-12T02:08:00.001-05:00

I am currently held up at Brad's place just outside of Boonville, Missouri. I am coming down from my fantastic Minneapolis experience, and from a short-but-sweet visit with Andy Adams of Flak Photo fame, in Madison, WI.

I am slowly making my way to Kansas City for a event-filled night at the Urban Culture Project Space this FRIDAY, February 15, 2008. If you are in the area, please come on by! I will be starting off the events at 5:30 by giving a talk (babbling my face off), and showing some new work.

Urban Culture Project’s Third Friday Art Downtown February 15, 2008, 5:30-10pm, features a talk by New York based artist Timothy Briner about his Boonville project; the opening of Wild Reserve: Kelly J. Clark and Christa Dalien; a live electronic music performance by the Kansas City Electronic Music Alliance; the second reception for Locate | Navigate: exercises in mapping (Part 1), and open studios. All free and open to the public.

The Urban Culture Project Space
February 15, 5:30pm
21 East 12th Street
Kansas City, Missouri

Art Shanty, 2008

2008-02-10T13:50:00.001-05:00

Art Shanty Project, Medicine Lake, MN, Feb. 9, 2008

Boy was that fun! Cold. Like -20 with wind chill, but a lot of fun! This is the 5th year for the Art Shanty Project, held on Medicine Lake, in the suburbs of Minneapolis.

"Art Shanty Projects is an artist driven temporary community exploring the ways in which the relatively unregulated public space of the frozen lake can be used as a new and challenging artistic environment to expand notions of what art can be.

The environment in Minnesota is challenging; cold being the harshest. Lakes are an often-used medium for recreational activity in Minnesota; winter does not stop this use, but transforms it. One of these uses; ice fishing is a popular winter activity in Minnesota and indeed throughout the world, people often fish from a structure commonly known as an ice fishing house, shelter, shack or shanty. Make shift communities position themselves over the best fishing spots. Deep in winter, the lake ice can get to be 2-3 feet thick, more than enough to support trucks and cars."

There are a number of different Art Shanties. The Shanty of Misfit Toys, the Norae (Karaoke) Shanty, the Pin-Hole Shanty, The Snap-Shot Shanty, The Knitting Shanty, the Giant Robot Shanty, Etc.

Peter Haakon Thompson, Auto Ethnographic HQ Shanty

The Art Shanty Projects are organized by David Pitman and Peter Haakon Thompson (My wonderful host -- Pictured above).

Moments after world record attempt

Yesterday, Robert Marbury organized an attempt to break the World Record for the longest bunny-hop-on-ice. Although we were 1,700 or so people shy of the record, we were still champions!

End of day, Art Shanty Project, Medicine Lake, MN

The wind was harsh and the air was cold, but the shanties were all welcoming and warm. If you are in the area, check it out, it is definitely worth it.

Make sure you stop into the Postal Shanty to send of a postcard, get warm, and have a shot, or two, or three.

The Walker

2008-02-08T11:30:00.000-05:00

still life w/ serial killers, 1991, JoAnn Verburg

I made it over to the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis, MN yesterday to take in the hype, and the new show by JoAnn Verburg. I've never been a great fan of hers, but that changed yesterday. I was drawn to the color work she did in the early 90s. It really amazed me -- Three works specifically, I couldn't stop exploring them.

One of the images is above, titled still life w/ serial killers, 1991. This image was taken in Italy while vacationing with her husband (I believe they always split the year between MN and Italy). She had gone to the market to get some flowers, and when she returned, she noticed the paper that was chosen to wrap her beautiful bouquet had a cover story about Serial Killers in America; The article discussed why such things happen there (here), and came complete with a photo of Jeffery Damer and Charles Manson. The irony and composition, along with the juxtaposition of the selection of postcards, the reflection of the bed, and the paper, continues to amaze me. Listen to her speak about the piece, here. My favorite image could not be found online, but her explanation of it might be just as effective. listen to JoAnn Verburg discuss Secrets: Iraq, 1991, here. Stunning.

Most of the work that I was greatly drawn to were images that she has taken of her every day surroundings. One thing that I have struggled with (or maybe have a lack of interest in) is capturing my daily and repetitive actions. This has changed a lot on this trip. But normally I have a difficult time with this while I am home. These images were very inspiring.

A performance piece (if that is the correct term) by Tino Sehgal was also very moving. The piece was titled Propaganda, 2002. I went back to experience it five times. It was beautiful and I continue to hear it in the back of my head. You can hear about his process, here.

Minnesota

2008-02-05T10:01:00.000-05:00

I am leaving my parents place in IN, and the comfortable bed and edible food for the road again. I am off to visit with Peter Haakon Thompson and the Art Shanty Project in Minneapolis, and I will be giving a talk at the University of Minnesota on Thursday. If you are in the area, and want to attend, it is open to the public. Email me for information (timothybriner@gmail.com)

Influence & Inspiration

2008-02-03T19:52:00.000-05:00

From Vacancy, 2004-2005

I recently had a conversation with someone about influences and inspirations, and the fine line they both inhabit.

I struggled before this trip to wipe away all my previous influences. I was having a creative block for a few years, and started to be greatly influenced by (copying) other artists’ (diCorcia's) shooting styles, without really even being aware of it. (example above)

“A student might see a great work of art and say to himself, 'This is a great work of art. I want to make a great work of art, too.' And so, the student sets out to try to do so. And if he has some talent, he might produce something that looks just as though it were a great work of art—almost convincing. If one didn’t know any better one might actually mistake it for a work of art. The only problem is that the great work of art that the student so admired was not a product of these same motives. It was the by-product of these same motives. It was the by-product of the artist’s personal quest.” – Stephen Shore

Many people say, "it has all been done before anyway, so how can you not be copying something, somewhere down the line?" Maybe I believed that once, especially when I moved on to my next big influence after diCorcia, and my work started to look like everything else being created at the time. But I don't believe that anymore. And I do believe there are many talented and unique voices out there doing very original things. Whalead Beshty and David Claerbout are my go-to unique voices. Not that they aren't being inspired by art before them, because they obviously are, but what they are doing, along with many other people, is truly inspiring and always changing.

My current work is not without a level of influence either (did I just contradict myself?). During this trip I have often referred back to and even explored the philosophy and vision of some of the photographers I greatly admire (Evans/Frank/Sander/Soth/Winograd/Tice). But I now understand that the fine line that is inspiration and influence is actually a paradox. And that the "personal quest" isn't something that you can copy or create, it is a state of mind. It is your inner most thoughts and fears. And inspiration and influence, at that point, is simply that.

Connie & Carla, 2004

I spent a few months before this trip looking at the work I created over the last eight years, and I tried to find that early voice, the one that screamed "Go out and create something original, make mistakes!" Because what is the point of just doing it safe? Those moments for me were priceless and inspiring; The times that I went out because of love and curiosity, and the times I made mistakes, which opened up the possibilities of something new. Lycanthrope was created in 2004, and I feel it was probably the last original and exciting thing I created.

Self-Portrait from Lycanthrope, 2004

The beginning of the Boonville trip was extremely difficult because I found that I had truly lost my voice. And the journey quickly turned into a vessel for me to find it.

The work that I was producing in Boonville, Missouri, in August, was good but not great. North Carolina showed improvement, but I was still lagging behind my expectations. Boonville, NY was a leap; I produced some stuff that I was really excited about, and it was turning point in my thinking, my work, and my ideas. But it wasn't until Boonville, Indiana that I started to feel my own ideas and vision really come together as one. I have not felt this way for years. I'm excited about the work, the future and my ideas. And I am excited to wake up everyday and explore new subjects and to make mistakes.

After a long journey, and a few psychological hurdles over the last couple of years, the work is finally my own, again.

NW Indiana

2008-02-01T15:12:00.001-05:00

Mom + Snowblower, Westville, IN, 2008

I am back at my parents place in NW Indiana for a few days. I was going to spend one night here and then I was supposed to be off to a few engagements and to meet a few new friends. But I could not resist the warm food, warm shower, real bed, and Cable TV. I also have a submission deadline on Monday, and will now have a comfortable place to work for the next few days. I am going North to Minnesota after that. I hope it keeps snowing. I love this time of year!

Film Developing, Louisville

2008-01-29T20:55:00.000-05:00

Film & Film-Changing Bag

My friend and film developer, Drew, was away for 5 of the 7 weeks I spent in Boonville, Indiana. Today I arrived in Louisville, KY and dropped off 200+ sheets to him, and we are currently working on developing sheet numbers 23 - 34 from that box. I think I shot 500 sheets of film this time around, about 100 more then NY, and 250 more then Missouri. And I have only seen about 60 of them, so we have a lot of work to do.

It is great to see him at work, to smell the chemicals, and to see the entire process unfold. While loading and unloading film in my changing bag, which I do A LOT, I have nothing to do but think. And normally all I can think about is the wonder that is photography and its development process. When loading each sheet of film, I think about its possibilities and what the future may hold. What stories will it tell? Whose likeness will it capture? And so on. But I also think of the latent image as I download it. What did I do wrong? Did I focus you? Was my exposure correct? Will you be my greatest achievement? It sounds weird, yes. But most of the time I am all alone, and who better to talk to then my film? And as those many latent images are beginning to magically appear, I have been both amazed and disappointed. So continues the normal cycle.

Goodbye, Boonville, Indiana

2008-01-28T14:18:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow morning I will leave Boonville, Indiana. I've had a wonderful time, and believe that I have produced my best work to date while here. I am off to Louisville in the morning to spend some time looking over more work and to make a few scans.

Each of the towns I have visited and stayed in are unique, and my experiences have varied greatly from town to town. Each one is difficult and wonderful, in it's own way. Boonville, Indiana instantly reminded me of my home-town, and that observation defined this trip for me.

Yesterday I drove the same route that I drove when I arrived here for a brief visit six months ago, while on my way to Boonville, Missouri. During yesterdays drive my senses and memory quickly awoke as I realized that it would be the last time I would take that route to Boonville, Indiana (for some time anyway). I was filled with a mysterious feeling. I was reminded of those feelings when I first arrived so long ago. It was my first visit to a Boonville in four years. I was nervous. And that feeling was the same only seven weeks ago when I arrived to Indiana for my thirty-plus day visit. Those memories made me excited, and even more so sad. I had no idea what to expect when first arriving. What was this place like? What was the mystery surrounding it? As I drove by yesterday, I knew those answers, and I now know those roads and many elements of this town like the back of my hand. It is a wonderful and emotional feeling, to know that I conquered my fear of the unknown.

My best friend once said to me, "I love looking at a drawing I have just finished, it amazes me that the piece of paper was was once blank, and that I have created a world of everything from nothing." I feel the same way about Boonville. A town that was once a mystery to me, a place that was once unknown to me, now means everything to me. And I am so very sad to have to leave.

Hell Week, Indiana, Day 5

2008-01-25T10:08:00.000-05:00

Very Cold!, Jan. 24, 2008, Boonville, IN

"Hell Week" has been a success. I have been out shooting everyday this week but one. And that is all I have been doing.

During these travels I've come closer to fully understanding myself and my art then ever before. But I've come to find that I am lazy. I often make myself angry over this conclusion, and I will probably always feel guilty for said weakness. But now I have come to accept it and work around it. It's not just laziness, I also lose my train of thought very quickly, as well as my focus. I simply cannot do two things at once.

So to make the most of my last week in Boonville, Indiana, I am doing nothing but waking up around 7:30am, going to the cafe to eat my daily Hobo and to watch a few episodes of Twin Peaks, maybe write in my journal, and then go to the house to pick up my camera and gear. Then the day begins. A whole three to six hours of roaming the Boonvilles streets, bars, etc., looking for those damn elusive moments that I will try to transfer onto film. Then back to the house around 6:30pm to find some food, pace back and forth, watch a movie, and then to bed.

I simply can't deal with anything other then shooting or thinking about shooting. I try not to answer the phone, or engage with family or friends, or go out to eat, etc. Anything that will take my mind away from either photography, or just zoning out, is bad. That is "Hell Week."

It's more like "Awesome Week," now that I have it figured out.

Home-Cooked Meal, #21, The Hobo!

2008-01-23T10:49:00.001-05:00

The Hobo, Boonville Cafe, Boonville, IN, 2008

The Hobo: Hash Browns, topped with Cheddar Cheese and Two Eggs (over easy), and a side of whole wheat toast.

Hell Week, Indiana

2008-01-22T10:02:00.000-05:00

Aaron Mauck's Guest bedroom, Boonville, IN, Jan, '08

This is my last week in town and it will be filled with lots of shooting. I've come a long way since that first hell week in Missouri. The traveling is a lot harder on me, but both my work and my work ethic has become as close to solid as it may ever get. I still break down, as you well know, but I seem to have a better understanding of myself, and what I need to do to get through it.

last night I checked off two items on my to-photograph list. And while doing so, I stumbled upon something that could really be great. There have been a few times while on this trip, probably four, were I really thought I captured something special. One of the greatest feelings in the world, for me anyway, is when you look in the camera, and the projected image on the ground glass simply hits you like a ton of bricks. Those moments (for me) are few and far between, but they do exist, and it is truly a wonderful experience. This time it was a landscape, and that image will stay burned into my mind until the moment I see the film. And then I will probably be disappointed, again. Wish me luck this week. It is cold.

High School Recap + Day off

2008-01-20T11:32:00.001-05:00

Yesterday was the first successful day off that I have had in awhile. I thought very little about photography, and a lot about absolutely nothing. It was grand.

Friday was another crazy day. Not as physically demanding as Thursday, in which I photographed about thirty students spread out across creation, but demanding, physically and psychologically.

I'm glad to report that I didn't make any mistakes. And if I did, I caught them all right on the spot. Between Thursday and Friday I photographed roughly forty-five students. Friday I photographed a few swimmers, volleyball players, watched and photographed the Homecoming game, and then I photographed the King + Queen at the Homecoming Dance, as well as a few others.

I am extremely excited about the photos taken. And I feel that a few of them may be some of the best stuff to date. I've never taken that many portraits in two days before. I scheduled a lot of things back-to-back, which I knew was a mistake, and surely added to the rush, but I had no choice. Everything, minus a few shots at the game, was taken with my 4/5 and strobes. The gear that was on my back and over my shoulder for those two days was crazy. Each image took about 35-45 minutes on average to set-up and shoot. I had an amazing time. The teachers and staff were all very accommodating and supportive. The kids were very open to me and the camera, not too mention very smart and really funny. Some were really funny.

Even though I had planned on sleeping in, I awoke early on Saturday. So I took advantage and went to the Boonville Cafe to get my favorite breakfast. It's called the "Hobo," and that is all I am telling you. Except that it is awesome, and I have eaten about twenty-five Hobos since I arrived. My day off was excellent: I watched Twin Peaks at the Cafe while eating my Hobo, watched a basketball game, took a nap, read, and then I did something I have not done in months, I watched a movie at "home" while eating a burrito! It was a chicken burrito with the works, and I was watching Amadeus. Perfect day off. And I am doing it all over again. With the wind chill, it is two degrees out right now, so I will spend the day at a bar watching the football games, and then come home and eat another burrito! And watch the Godfather! And then back to work in the morning!

Rush + Review + Opening

2008-01-18T09:41:00.000-05:00

Krista Steinke at Review Santa Fe 2007 © Matt Suhre

Yesterday I spent twelve or so hours at the Highschool (7:30am - 8pm). Lots of picture taking. It was definitely the most productive day I have had during the whole trip, and I am really excited to see every one of the images. I could have used an assistant though, my legs are killing me. I photographed weightlifters, wrestlers, basketball players, cheerleaders, and a number of other students in the halls and on school grounds. It was a rush.

Today I awoke at 5:30 to attend the teachers monthly meeting. And I will be going back to the school in a few hours to take some more images, and then on to tonights Homecoming Basketball game and dance. But first I have to deal with Santa Fe.

I just got back from the Post Office, where I received a package from Drew that contained new work from Indiana, and the twenty images that I will be putting back in the mail in a few hours for the Santa Fe Review, and Project Competition. I'm not confident about the Project Competition. I believe I will have a better chance next year, but I wanted to give it a shot, and to introduce the work to Charlotte Cotton, one of the three judges this year. Good luck to all of those who are submitting. I'm nervous. I hate these things.

P.S. The Locate | Navigate show opens TONIGHT at the Urban Culture Project Space in Kansas City. Check it out if you are in the area!

Back To School

2008-01-15T22:41:00.001-05:00

Freaks and Geeks, 1999 (TV Show)

Today I spent about three hours roaming the halls of the Boonville High School. Thanks to the very supportive Principal Whitten and Mr. Meyer, the Athletic Director, I have been invited to take pictures of the school and current students.

High School sports and youth are an important part of my Boonville Philosophy. During my travels, I have found many beautiful High Schools, but none have fit with my vision quite like the one in Boonville, Indiana. The second night I was in town I "snuck" (the gate was open) onto the football field, and sat alone under the stars, reminiscing of all the Friday nights I spent watching HS football games when I was young. So many wonderful and mysterious things happen under those lights. That is what first struck me. Second was the school name: The Pioneers. The Boonville Pioneers! How brilliant. And third was everything else. It's perfect. I had been holding off photographing students and athletes in the other towns, hoping I might find a better fit in the next, and I am glad I did.

This Thursday and Friday I will spend the day photographing the school, current students, and members of the Wrestling, Volleyball, Basketball, and Swimming teams. I will also be attending the Boonville Homecoming game, as well as the Homecoming dance.

I wasn't the biggest fan of HS. But it left a very specific and memorable mark on me and my thinking. My greatest memories, as in the strongest, not best, are of HS. I basically wandered through those years, much like I do my current ones, and I never felt I made a major impact in one way or another. I had many friends, but only two of which I still talk to, and only a handful of ones I could still name.

I often look back and think of my best and worst memories during HS; They are dream like, and sometimes I get the feeling as if they never really happened, but oddly enough they are very clear (maybe I just wish they never happened). Those four years are very intriguing, and effect everyone in a unique way. Mine still haunt me, but in a good way, an inspiring way. I'm looking forward to exploring that in the coming days.

Inspiration

2008-01-15T11:21:00.000-05:00

This song completely blows my mind. I've listened to this album at least thirty times in the last day, and this song three times that. I'm not sure if it is helping or not. But I think so.

Bright Eyes
Lets Not Sh!t Ourselves (To Love Or Be Loved)
Lifted, Or The Story Is In the Soil Keep Your Ear To The Ground

Lost (updated)

2008-01-14T11:54:00.001-05:00

Lately I've been all over the place. Even this post was a complete mess just a few hours ago (and probably still is).

My point is this. I'm kinda feeling, well, a bit lost. And I really don't know what to do. Other then to do what I always do. Embrace it, write about it, and then let it slowly destroy me. Seriously, I'm not feeling terrible, just a bit disoriented. I'm still shooting almost everyday. But I'm not eating. And I'm constantly tired. But I am sleeping well, so that's a good sign, I think.

Today for example. I didn't leave the house. Other then to go look for my notebook (below). And although that was the right thing to do, to not leave the house, I couldn't flippin' relax at all. I was just pacing back and forth. I can't even sit down and read. It's like I don't have the energy. I almost don't have the energy to think. And that scares me.

A few days ago I started to feel the downward spiral hit, and either its completely psychological, and stems from my mishap last week, or I need a break. I got word a few days ago that I double exposed a sheet of 4x5 film, and that I had about twice as many blank sheets come up then normal. Every once in a while I will get two or three sheets that pop up blank, and this comes from my being extra careful. While I am shooting, I usually try and keep an accurate number of how many sheets of film I have left. For example: after I got done shooting a portrait yesterday, I counted one unexposed sheet of film left. But say I come home and download the film, and I find two sheets of unexposed film. Then I get weirded out. Chances are I just didn't see the second one, but there is also a chance that I forgot to mark the portrait I just took as shot/exposed. So to be safe, I will download both of those sheets and send them off to get developed. Ninety percent of the time they are both blank. But if there is a chance that the film does carry a latent image, and I don't send it off to be developed, then I will use that sheet the next day, and double expose the film, possibly ruining a great shot. So, not only did I recently have five blank sheets pop up on me, a double exposed sheet came up as well. My second double exposure since 2004.

And to top it all off. last week I lost my favorite hat, which was my grandfathers. And yesterday I realized that I lost my Boonville, Indiana Notebook. It carries all of my thoughts and ideas for Indiana, not too mention the phone #s of the people I still want to photograph, and all the info of the people I have already photographed. It felt like losing a hard drive. It was devastating. Luckily, I decided to copy about 70% of the info from that book into my computer so I could print it out and prop it up on my dashboard in the car. So although I did lose all the info of the people I have photographed, I did save a few numbers, and most of my ideas to date. And that is a lot better then losing it all. I still hate the idea of someone out there with that notebook, but I'll get over it.

UPDATE: I just realized that I may have lost my notebook the last time I used my jacket as a darkcloth, which I do too often. I thought the book may have fallen out of my pocket while I was shooting near the railroad tracks. So I went back to the spot. And within one minute I found both my pen and my notebook. Nice.

Upcoming: Locate|Navigate, Kansas City

2008-01-11T14:15:00.000-05:00

six of twenty Boonville Snapshots, Timothy Briner, 2007

Locate | Navigate – exercises in mapping (part 1) Opening Reception: Friday January 18, 6-9 pm Urban Culture Project Space | 21 East 12th Street KCMO |816.221.5115 Gallery hours: Thursdays & Saturdays, 12-5 pm Exhibition runs January 18-March 8

A map is a visual representation of an area — a symbolic depiction highlighting relationships between elements of that space such as objects, regions, and themes. Many maps are static two-dimensional, geometrically accurate representations of three-dimensional space, while others are dynamic or interactive, even three-dimensional. Although most commonly used to depict geography, maps may represent any space, real or imagined, without regard to context or scale.

Locate | Navigate: exercises in mapping, curated by Charlotte Street Foundation Associate Director Kate Hackman, is a two-part exhibition project including drawings, paintings, sculpture, photography, installation-, audio-, video-, web- and performance-based work by diverse local, national, and international artists.

Locate | Navigate part 1, opening at Urban Culture Project Space on January 18, features work by Leah Beeferman (Richmond, VA), Timothy Briner (Brooklyn, NY), Joe Faus (Kansas City), Karen McCoy (Kansas City), Johnny Naugahyde (Kansas City), Garry Noland (Kansas City), Jack Rees (Kansas City), Eric von Robertson (Amsterdam, the Netherlands), Michael Schonhoff (Kansas City), Larry Thomas (Kansas City), Andrew Thompson (Detroit, MI), and Cara Walz (Kansas City). Exhibited projects range from Eric von Robertson’s “Cloudburst” and “City Guide,” encompassing hand-drawn maps, photographs, and taxidermic dog sporting knitted relief map/sweater as components of an ongoing documentation and collection of discarded umbrellas; to Joe Faus’s interactive, multi-layered map of the Crossroads area, including audio recordings and personal topographical map layered on top of a large-scale street map annotated with happenings and observations accumulated over multiple decades; to a selection of snapshots from Timothy Briner’s “Boonville” project, for which the artist is exploring small-town America by living in and documenting six different towns called Boonville across the country. Also included in this “part 1” exhibition will be a resource area including library of map-related publications and articles, computer terminal with list of on-line map-related artist projects, and “pin up” wall for visitors to make their own contributions to the exhibition.

P.S. I will not be at the opening do to the Boonville, Indiana action, but I do have a tentative date in early Feb. to give a talk. Please go and check out the show if you are in the area!

Boonville: Day ???

2008-01-10T11:02:00.000-05:00

The vicious mid-Boonville cycle has hit, and was fully at its peak yesterday. Every time I get into a new town it rears its devilish head, and at every town's mid-point or so, it comes full circle, and hits harder then ever. I'm sure you are sick of hearing me complain (you should see my journal). But this one was excruciating, and almost crippled me. I was close, closer then I was that first month in Missouri, to wrapping it up and heading back East. I terribly wanted to see home and to get this weight off my shoulders. But I calmed down and went to Louisville to see Drew, and to look over some work. The work was disappointing, as it always is when I first see it. But after a few hours and a few beers, it wasn't so bad. That visit with Drew really helped. Like I've said before, sometimes a little boost and support can really go a long way. Thanks, Dru.

I think it would feel great to take off five or six months: recoup, find some money, and start again in the fall. But I also think it would be damaging to the work, my psyche and my momentum. So for now, I will continue to push along.

Day 22 vs 36 vs 99 vs 158

2008-01-08T15:22:00.000-05:00

Boonville, Missouri, Day 22
Boonville, N. Carolina, Day 36
Boonville, New York, Day 99
Boonville, Indiana, Day 158

B'ville: Day 156! (Recap, Thanks!, Donate)

2008-01-04T13:30:00.000-05:00

Bunny Bread (Soft-Twist), Wal-Mart, Boonville, IN

2007 was an amazing year! After having two knee surgeries in 2006, and having to recover for the beginning of 2007, I am looking forward to a surgery-free/recovery-free '08! My knee still bothers me everyday, especially the days I am hiking or shooting for more then five or six hours, but it is still attached, and it bends!

The "Boonville" project really started coming together in late '06, and it was clear by March of '07 that it would become a reality. It has been sitting in the back of my mind, and bugging all my friends, since 2003. I've been reading old "Boonville" blog posts and journals from the last two years, and although I get caught up in everything from time to time, not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about how this project now exists in places other then my mind, or my journal. It's amazing!

Ninety percent of the monetary support for "Boonville" has come from my friends, family, and people I have met along the way. Without you, this would not have happened, and I cannot continue to thank all my supporters enough. As I have mentioned in the past, I try to send out postcards and thank you notes to all of you, but if you have not heard from me (there may or may not be a good reason) email me (timothybriner@gmail.com) and give me a slap across the face.

The first big push to get funding and support was outstanding, and allowed me to get on the road. I was also given a car for the project, and I received an equipment and film grant from my alma mater, The Hallmark Inst. of Photography, in MA.

We estimated that the amount received would give me three months on the road. Thanks to all the wonderful Boonvillians I have met along the way, it lasted for six months! That funding is now exhausted, but I recently sent out more support letters (I hate asking for money) and they also proved to be successful. I cannot express how much all the support means to me! Thank you for a wonderful "Boonville 07!" And I can't wait to see what happens in '08!

If you would like to lend your support to the "Boonville" project, click HERE, and type "Boonville" into the space labeled "Designate." 250$ supports five days on the road. All donations are welcome and appreciated, and are tax-deductible through Cannery Works; "Boonville" is underwritten by Cannery Works, a non-profit arts organization in NY.

Donation gifts are available, and range from: Postcard sent from road ($25+), an 8x10 final print ($100+), a signed copy of the final monograph,($500+), and a 20x25" final print of your choice ($1,000+).

In Search of America, Part 3

2008-01-02T00:45:00.001-05:00

Timothy Briner, 2007

Today I dropped Laura off at the airport. Another great visit with another sad goodbye. It has been hard to shut down and not think about my work for the times Laura has visited me. But it is even harder to get past the void that is left when she is gone.

"My wife flew in from the East for her brief visit. I was delighted at the change, back to my known and trusted life--but here I run into literary difficult...

When that time was over and the good-bye said, I had to go through the same lost loneliness all over again, and it was no less painful then at first. There seemed to be no cure for loneliness save only being alone." John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America, 1962

Twin Peaks

2007-12-30T12:33:00.000-05:00

Ever since seeing Eraserhead in my High School film literature class, David Lynch has been one of my greatest inspirations, and Twin Peaks is at the top of it all. Today Laura got me the complete Twin Peaks series (both seasons and the pilot), which was previously unreleased, and extremely hard to find bootlegged, at least in a decent viewing quality.

It is huge. The visuals, stories and ideas that pop through my head when watching this series are out of control. And it captures perfectly that hidden but right-under-your-nose weirdness of small-town America. I am psyched to start watching them again. Starting right now...

Hunt

2007-12-27T12:16:00.000-05:00

Rabbit Hunt, 4x5 Camera with Kerry, Tim and Dave, B'ville, IN, 2007

I met Kerry Wire at "The First and Last Chance" a few nights ago. It's the oldest bar in Boonville, located just across from where the old train depot existed, and was the first and last chance for people to get food or drink as they got on and off the train. Yesterday I woke at 5:30 to meet Kerry and two Kentuckians at the hunting fields in Boonville. Otherwise known as the reclaimed coal mines.

"The largest grasslands in Indiana and Illinois are on reclaimed surface coal mines, which are numerous in the Illinois Coal Basin. The reclamation goal of establishing a vegetation cover with inexpensive, hardy exotic grass species inadvertently created persistent, large grassland bird refuges."

We (they) were hunting rabbit. Laura and I had a pet bunny (Eddie-Bunny) up until her death a year ago, so it wasn't the easiest thing for me to watch, at first. I went deer hunting in New York, and have been around coon, turkey, bird, bear, and other sorts of hunters on this trip. But this was the first time I had been out in the field with rabbit hunters, which use dogs to run out the prey. It was one of the funnest things I've taken pictures of on this journey, once I separated myself from the whole rabbit business. Deer hunting is often boring, or relaxing, whichever you want to call it, but hunting with dogs and running around all over the place, while having good conversations and laughs, is a lot more fun and entertaining. I spent all day hunting with them, and then Kerry and I headed over to the Last Chance. After a few beers there, we headed to Kerry's to skin, clean and cook our dinner.

Rabbit Hunt, Dave, Boonville, In, Dec. 26, 2007

I don't come from a hunting family, and although I don't think I could ever do it myself (still in debate), I do have great respect for the people I have met along the way that do. I met a hunter in NY a few years ago that was very passionate about the process, and had a sort of love for the animals he killed. We were drinking when debating this, but his description of the process, which was very detailed and kind of inspiring, actually brought him to tears. Since that day I have wondered: why am I so hesitant to track and kill something? I eat meat almost everyday and I can't always eat organic or local, and that often means that I don't know where the animal came from. So in turn, I am often condoning the traveling of my meat, giving money to the large conglomerate food corporations, all while never knowing what happens to the quality or cleanliness of this animal as it criss-crosses the country and changes hands a dozen times. Not to mention supporting the horrible conditions in which many of those slaughtered animals are forced to live their lives.

So I ask myself this: if I can kill an animal, know it will all be eaten, know it was wild and local, and know that I have cut down on the pollution that would result in my buying a name brand. Then why not?

CSI Christmas

2007-12-27T12:07:00.000-05:00

Mauck Family (CSI) Jig-Saw Puzzle, Christmas Day, 2007, B'ville, IN

Home-Cooked Meal, #20

2007-12-26T21:39:00.000-05:00

Christmas Dinner, The Mauck Family, Boonville, Indiana, Dec., 2007

A Boonville Chrismukah and Christmas!

2007-12-25T11:30:00.000-05:00

Dixie and Christmukah Tree, Brooklyn, NY, Dec. 25, 2006

This is the fourth year that Laura and I will spend Chrismukah together (Christmas + Chanukkah). She is flying in on Saturday, so Chrismukah will happen, but it will happen late, and without Dixie. Dixie, pictured above, comes out every holiday season and acts as our Chrismukah mascot. I was having a difficult time finding a gift for Laura that first year, and then I stumbled upon Dixie. It seemed crazy enough to work. And it has. But not without some very weird looks.

As you may have guessed, I'm staying in Boonville, Indiana this holiday season. And I'm having a really great time with the Mauck family! I met Aaron Mauck at Kenny's Bar on the second or third night I was in town. Turns out he used to live in my hometown of Chesterton, Indiana, and knows many of the people I grew up with. He was kind enough to invite me over for Christmas with his parents and sisters. All three sisters were Prom and/or Homecoming Queen, and all three were Valedictorian (Aaron was very close). It is an interesting crowd. And I'm having a great time. Merry Christmas! and a Merry-Happy Chrismukah!

P.S. Click to see a series of photos I did of Dixie in 2005: The Adventures of Dixie

Rilke's Christmas

2007-12-24T18:12:00.000-05:00

It is no surprise that I love Ranier Maria Rilke, I've quoted him a ton on this and my former blog. Laura and I (she started it) have an obsession with naming our plants after poets and philosophers. See Rilke above.

"I don't want you to be without a greeting from me when Christmas comes and when you, in the midst of the holiday, are bearing your solitude more heavily than usual. But when you notice that it is vast, you should be happy; for what (you should ask yourself) would a solitude be that was not vast; there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along, the most unworthy. . . . But perhaps these are the very hours during which solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of spring. But that must not confuse you. What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain. " Ranier Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, Rome, December, 23 1903

Suspicious Activity, #1

2007-12-19T14:46:00.001-05:00

Stills from Psycho

Today was the first time I have seriously gone out with my 4x5 camera. I found what I felt to be an interesting scene, filled with trees, power lines, a van, a fence, a trailer and a big open sky. Twenty minutes later up comes a shiny silver Impala. I look back under the camera, and when I realize the car hasn't passed in front of the lens, I look up to find it five feet in front of me. Before I knew it another one was flanking me on my right. The chief of police introduced himself, asked what I was doing, etc. I had a rough morning, and was a bit rusty with my friendly skills. They were great though, and made a call to the mayor confirming my actions. I handed over some information and business cards, and after checking my record (which I am always very curious about), they went on their way. I felt very bad that I was a bit of a smart a$$, but I guess we all make mistakes.

This marks the first time I have had the cops called on me or have been confronted by them on this journey, which is actually kind of amazing. I'm glad to know Boonville, Indiana is on top of things. I never once saw a cop, other then in a car, while I was in Boonville, MO, or Boonville, NY. I actually befriended the officers and the chief in Boonville, NC, and often had lunch or dinner with them. MO and NY were both well aware of my being there, so that may have had something to do with it. Anyway, I'm glad that is out of the way.

Thinking of you...

2007-12-18T11:58:00.000-05:00

Laura and a few of my close friends may tell you that I am good at keeping in touch: writing letters, sending emails, reaching out, etc. This is true, on some level, but there are times where I lack the ability to send a thank you letter or just a note saying hi for months or even years. On this journey I have been good about keeping up with certain people, and not so good about others. A few days ago we lost a dear friend, a cousin of Laura’s. Lynn was a kind and honest and funny woman, and she had the greatest love for Bruce Springsteen of anyone I have ever met. When we first met we quickly bonded over our love of music, tossing band names and the like back to one another. Although Lynn was ill, it was a shock to all of us when she passed. While I was in Boonville, Missouri, Lynn sent me a letter and three discs full of her favorite music for my travels. I did not send a note thanking her. And although I did see her in mid November for a wedding, and thanked her then, I have felt guilty at night while alone in this room, re-reading the letter she sent months ago. Over the last two days I have sent out over a hundred postcards and letters to people I have met along the way, and to my amazing friends and family who have continued to support me. I would be lying if I didn’t say that part of it was done out of this unfortunate event, but the main reason is love. The people I have met on this journey are genuine and inspiring people, and have opened my eyes to this world, and to what is possible. I have met many, and will continue to, and I will do my best to keep up correspondence. For some it is hard, as I have misplaced or never received addresses, but please know that I am constantly thinking of and missing you, all of you.

In Search of America, Part 2

2007-12-16T17:57:00.001-05:00

North Side of Public Square, Boonville, IN, Postcard

I am still at the Motel Manor, just out of town. Last night I forced myself out into the world. Previously I had been locked in my room, struggling to start another journey. Creating art, and putting yourself and your ideas to work can be painful. Lately I've asked myself what this is for, I've doubted myself, and art in general. This may be my normal cycle, but it doesn't get any easier.

I'm committed to this journey and process, not because I like it, but because I'm drawn to it, and I cannot look away. I'm driven to explore a moment and to engage with people. I am fascinated by time, the way these towns live, the scene, the environment, their secrets and my memories. Photography grabs that, and allows me to form it into my own personal philosophy. But, as I have said many times before, starting this process over every month is painful and often depressing; And each time I leave a place and start again, I feel as if a piece of myself and my soul has been taken from me, but I believe that is art, and the creation of art.

"So, dear Sir, I can't give you any advice but this: to go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows; at its source you will find the answer to the question of whether you must create. Accept that answer, just as it is given to you, without trying to interpret it. Perhaps you will discover that you are called to be an artist. Then take that destiny upon yourself, and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking what reward might come from the outside. For the creator must be a world for himself and must find everything in himself and in Nature, to whom his whole life is devoted." Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet, February 17, 1903

"I pulled Rocinate into a small picnic area maintained by the state of Connecticut and got out my book of Maps. And suddenly the United States became huge beyond belief and impossible ever to cross. I wondered how in the hell I'd got myself mixed up in a project that couldn't be carried out. It was like starting to write a novel. When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages a sick sense of failure falls on me and I know I can never do it. This happens every time. Then gradually I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate and I eliminate the possibility of ever finishing. So it was now, as I looked at the bright colored projection of monster America." John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America, 1962

Humble Arts Foundation, 20% off prints!

2007-12-13T22:45:00.000-05:00

Copyright David La Spina
Stage for High School commencement, 2006
from History of a Village: Mamaroneck

I've been a huge fan of the Humble Arts Foundation since they started about two years ago. I was in their second online group-show, and was apart of the show they had at New Century Artists last summer, and most recently I had a piece in the Field Guide exhibit they curated last week at Gallery Bar, in NY. Unfortunately I was unable to attend do to traveling, but I hear it was blast. They have come a long way in two years: having a number of group shows in New York and Brooklyn, all while expanding their online presence and recently offering the Grant for Emerging Photographers.

Humble Arts also offers small-edition prints at prices starting at $150 from emerging and established photographers. It's a great deal for the quality of the work. If you are looking for great art at a reasonable price, then hit up Humble. They are offering %20 off all prints for the holidays. I hear they are going quick. View editions HERE.

Support good art.

Boonville, Indiana, day 2

2007-12-12T12:46:00.000-05:00

December, 12, 2007, Boonville, Indiana, crunched up in my car, hacking wireless internet. I have not found a comfortable place to get online to check emails, etc., and my phone is dead, with the charger sitting in Louisville. I have not found anyone to stay with yet, so i am at the motel manor, about a half mile from the town square. I got a good weekly rate, but I am feeling isolated and lonely, which is probably a good thing, for now. Being lonely sucks, but it pushes me to explore new ideas and to read and write more then I normally would. Boonville, Indiana is beautiful, but kinda eerie at night, in a very David Lynch kind of way. But all stereotypes aside, I have already met a few really nice people, and the town is beautiful, and reminds me of home. Seeing Indiana state flags and road signs kinda helps, but it does bring this whole project and concept full circle for me.

Boonville in Lousiville

2007-12-09T14:51:00.002-05:00

Drew's Basement, Lousiville, KY, December, 2007

For the last week I have been hiding out in Drew's basement in Louisville, playing darts, drinking, watching movies, and printing and editing the Boonville images. My head is about to explode!

Editing sucks...I'm having a difficult time separating myself from the work and cutting images that I know probably shouldn't make it, but that I am connected to. Life is so hard, I know.

I still have a ways to go before the project is finished and the real editing starts, but it's nice to view all the work laid out and to see the vision unfolding. Plus, Santa Fe is coming up, so I need to chose twenty cohesive images. Pick the best twenty, right? Not as easy as it sounds.

Up Next: Boonville, Indiana

2007-12-02T14:12:00.002-05:00

Boonville, Indiana, July, 2007

When I left Brooklyn in July, 2007 to begin this journey, I made my way out to Boonville, Missouri. Boonville, Indiana happened to be on the way, so I stopped for some lunch and took a peak around town. Next week I will make my way to Southern Indiana, and after a stop-over in Louisville, KY, I will head to Boonville, IN!

I'm really excited, and have been thinking about the Indiana stop for awhile. It's my home state and it is the second largest of all six Boonvilles. Back in July, when I arrived in town for lunch, I stopped into Kenny's Pub. Kenny was a true character, full of stories and ideas, I'm really looking forward to seeing him again and to explore another fantastic town. And it sure does feel good to be back in the Midwest!

In Search of America, Part 1

2007-12-02T13:47:00.001-05:00

"Rocinante," John Steinbeck's camper, named for Don Quixote's horse.

Recently I was given a copy of John Steinbeck's Travels With Charley: In Search of America, from Kevin and Amy. This book is already shaping up to define the next leg of this trip, and possibly the whole journey. In September I was attached to Let Us Now Praise Famous Men, and in October it was Into The Wild and Walden. Travels With Charley speaks to me just as those books did then, and it often seems as if Steinbeck's trip around the country in 1956, with his trusted dog Charlie, parallels much of my own experiences and thinking.

I haven't gotten through half of the book yet, but almost every page is dog-eared. In 2004, Laura bought me Rilke's Letters To a Young Poet, and it has been by my side on every trip I've been on since then. Travels With Charley seems to be on that same path...

"A trip, a safari, and exploration, is an entity, different from all other journeys. It has personality, temperament, individuality, uniqueness. A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. tour masters, schedules, reservations, brass-bound and inevitable, dash themselves to wreckage on the personality of the trip. Only when this is recognized can the blown-in-the-glass bum relax and go along with it. Only then do the frustrations fall away. In this a journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it. I feel better now, having said this, although only those who have experienced it will understand it." --Jon Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America, 1962

Home-Cooked Meal, #19

2007-11-27T12:46:00.001-05:00

Johnsie & Christina, Chesterton, IN, 2007
Photo: Johnsie Mays

8,001.9 miles for G

2007-11-26T11:42:00.002-05:00

The odometer on my car says I have driven 8,001.9 miles since I left Brooklyn for this trip in July of 2007.

In the past, Laura and a few friends have referred to me as an environmentalist. Although I do have a true love for the environment and our impact on it, I am nowhere near an environmentalist. I smoke on occasion, eat meat almost everyday, and I have been driving around the country in a carbon-spewing stink-box-on-wheels filled with plastic and leather for the last four months. The car was loaned to me for free for the project, I couldn't really complain about it. It's not like people with their bio-diesel or hybrid cars were knocking down my door. I took what I could get, and now I must pay for it.

Offsetting your carbon foot-print seems totally backwards to me. It advocates that you can pollute, get off with a slap on the wrist and not have to feel bad about it. But that doesn't fix the problem or promote any kinda of change. I say be conscious of the decisions you make and understand the effects your choices have on your environment. Now that I own a car and rely on it, I realize it's not always easy. I still do the best I can though. I don't buy bottled water, I try my damnedest not to eat fast-food, I only buy locally (If I buy anything at all), and I've even been somewhat good about last year's New Years resolution and have tried not to eat pork.

So according to climatecrises .net, If I add in my cars make and model, I have produced just under four tons of carbon since leaving Brklyn. According to them, I should give $50 to support eco-friendly causes. I've chosen to buy $50 worth of trees (that's 50 trees) and plant them in honor of my Grandfather, Bob, or as I always referred to him, G.

(center) G'ma and G'pa, Prom, 1948

G was always amazingly supportive of anything I wanted to do. He was like my best friend, and was always there if I needed something. I loved him more then anything, and it still hurts to see photos of him in the house and to know I am currently sitting twenty feet away from where he passed. Because of finances and living in NY, I had not seen my Grandpa for a while. I was three days away from visiting him here in Indiana, when he suddenly died in 2004. This was going to be the first time we could have shared a beer together, something we were both really looking forward to. He even went out and bought us a case of Bud for the occasion.

The night of his passing I walked into a little pub across from where I lived on 8th ave, and bought two beers and laid out an image of him on the bar. Although I thought about leaving one untouched, he would have thought it to be wasteful, so I downed them both, and got on a plane the next day for his funeral. I never saw my grandfather without a smile on his face, he was truly an inspiration and I am very happy to say that he would have loved seeing me on this journey, and I know he would have been my greatest supporter. These miles, even thought they are filled with dirty carbon, are most definitely for him.

Chesterton, Indiana

2007-11-24T15:48:00.001-05:00

Lustron House, Chesterton Indiana
Photo: HABS, Library of Congress

Yesterday I arrived to my hometown of Chesterton. It's great to be home, but now what do I do? I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs, trying to relax. Not happening. I know two people that still live here but work in Chicago daily. My Grandma is home from Flordia, which is really fantastic, but I can't sit still long enough to have a conversation with her. I need to keep moving, but I can't figure out where to go, and all I want to do is relax. Damn!

Tip of the day: Google Alert

2007-11-23T21:59:00.000-05:00

Currently at another rest area on RT 90 in NY. Too much coffee equals lots of rest stops.

Recently, because of the online interview at exposurecompensation.com, my name and work have popped up on a number of different blogs. Many of which I would have never seen without the fantastic Google Alert.

About a year ago I found the beauty of this service. Simply enter your name, a phrase, or word, and any time it pops up on the World Wide Web, Google sends you an email with a link to the article, etc.

Google sends me an email any time these words pop up: "Timothy Briner," "Tim Briner," "timothybriner.com," "Boonville," "BoonvilleUSA," and "Boonville USA." It may not be as much fun as randomly searching for your name on Google once a month, but it is very accurate, and instant. This also keeps me in the loop whenever something pops up about any of the six Boonvilles. Which is about everyday.

"Boonville" alerts have included: Scientist Examines Civil War Battle Site, Child drowns, Boonville Little League Team Loses World Series, Man Drowns, Ghost Hunters to Examine Historic Hulbert House, Boonville Hotel Opens, Meth Lab Busted, etc.

It's great for photographers and artists or anyone who is curious about random people stalking them.

P.S. I just got a Google Alert about my post on Google Alerts.

Thanksgiving and beyond

2007-11-23T19:26:00.001-05:00

Thanksgiving Dinner, Lee, MA, 2007

Yesterday I spent Thanksgiving with Laura, her parents and some friends in Lee, MA. The day before I was visiting Drew and his family in Connecticut and I am now at a rest area on RT 90 in NY.

Before heading out I jumped up to Turners Falls, MA to visit George at Hallmark, a supporter of the project. Currently, I'm on my way to visit family and friends in NW Indiana and Chicago. I then head to a family reunion in Michigan, visit Tom, and then head down to spend a few days with Drew at his home and "Lab" in Louisville, KY. We will go over all the images that I have created from Boonville thus far, make some work prints, and I will focus on my next step. In early December I will arrive in Boonville, Indiana to continue my journey.

The next week or two will be full of work, but I plan on finding a few days here and there to do absolutely nothing! Although I am ready for the break, I am really excited to continue on to Indiana. I feel good about my current position in this project: I'm confident in myself, my ideas, and the work. It will feel nice to have a break, but I'm already gearing up for more!

Boonville Soap Box: Black Friday

2007-11-23T18:36:00.001-05:00

Today is the Day After Thanksgiving, or Black Friday, or even more recently, Buy Nothing Day.

Go to this website for great Eco-friendly gift ideas for the holiday. Treehugger.com: Holiday list 2006 and Holiday list 2007.

Off of my box for now...

Inspired by NotIfButWhen/2

Interview

2007-11-23T10:24:00.000-05:00

Last week, Miguel Garcia-Guzman from exposurecompensation.com, a blog about photography, interviewed me about my career in photography and the Boonville project. It's colossal, meaning 14 pages long! It has gotten a great response. Read the full article here.

"A young photographer breaking his path in fine art photography. His vision, his dreams, the challenges, the inspiration.

I had the opportunity to interview photographer Timothy Briner, and he shared a candid view of his work, projects and struggles as a young photographer.

After several personal projects and a brief exploration of commercial photography, Tim is now embarked in a project, Boonville, that intends to explore “small-town” America, its people and its cultural diversity across states. But this project is not only a journey through America but a discovery of his own path.

The Boonville project is a a year-long cross-country journey to six different towns named Boonvilles across the United States. Timothy will be living with families and individuals during his thirty-plus days in each town. The final product will take images from the six communities, juxtaposing them together to create a fictional town named 'Boonville.' " --Miguel Garcia-Guzman
Continue reading HERE.

Thank you, Boonville, New York!

2007-11-20T17:31:00.002-05:00

Photographing Thomas Rauscher, Boonville, NY, November, 2007

A few days ago I left the lovely Boonville, NY. My time there was plentiful. I shot tons of film and met some amazing people. I also spent a lot of time on my own.

Coming off of Boonville Missouri and N. Carolina with no break was exhausting. I needed time to reflect and explore my ideas. I probably spent a few weeks in NY hiding out, reading, writing and thinking. It made my time in NY different then the others but very worthwhile. The work is growing, and I am getting more confident in my everyday routine. I'm at a very good place in the project right now.

Thanks again to all who have supported me and this project. It really would never of happened without you and all the wonderful people I have met along the way.

A huge Boonville, NY thanks to Wally Low, The Beasock family (Mark, Sandy, Sarah, Chris, Kody, Hanna), Lisa and Craig Trainor at the North Country Manor, The Raschuers, The Hulbert House, Mitchell and Desiree at Charlie Brown's, Rosemary and Bob Healt, Bob Jones, Kristi Mead and the Chamber of Commerce crew, Kathy at Chatty Kathy's, Joe Kelly, Judy Roultson, Mercer's Ice Cream, and the many people that took out the time to show me around and those who let me photograph them, it was an honor.

Thank you all...I will return soon!

Boonville to Brooklyn

2007-11-14T21:06:00.002-05:00

9:06pm, leaving town, going home, should arrive at 2:06am. I had a blast in B'ville NY!

I'll be sending thank yous and a link to a new article soon. Last few days have been rushed, lots going on. Grants to write, photos to take. Today was a blast. More woods! More portraits! More soon...

Update: Made it home at 2:31am.

Missing You, A History of Inspiration

2007-11-13T14:54:00.002-05:00

Roaming the woods, Boonville, NY, November, 2007

This project is a dream come true. Traveling across the country, working on what you wish, when you wish; It all sounds very romantic. And it is! But not without some debate. I am grateful and very excited to be doing what I am doing. But it gets lonely.

At times I find myself down and uninspired. Yesterday was one of those days. This is the first time I have done a major project on my own. The only thing that comes close is a self-portrait series I did in May of 2005, titled Lycanthrope (example below). Otherwise, I have always had subjects that I often photograph for days or weeks. Johnsie, Sidne, and Jason, I am missing you!

Self-portrait, from Lycanthrope, 2005

Together, those three people have probably been apart of 50% of the images I have ever taken. They are my closest friends. Some of my favorite work was taken long ago of Johnsie. Unfortunately, none of it is digitized.

(L) Jason, Boonville, NY, 2003 (R) Sid & Chris, outtake from Vacancy

Sidne is by far the prettiest of my muses and has been letting me take photos of her on a regular basis since 1999. The last time we took photos together was in 2006 for my series Vacancy. Sid is now a photography undergrad at Columbia College Chicago. Not sure if I had anything to do with it, but I like to think so. Sid would spend days and nights letting me photograph her. One time, I think she was only 17 and I was 19, we drove to Chicago and spent the entire night, until sunrise, roaming around town looking for little cracks and underground garages to take photos in; She was fierce and not afraid of anything. Sid would let me take photos of her doing almost anything. I don’t have that luxury with strangers.

Sidne, from Vacancy, 2005-2006

Jason Covert is the latest in the line of muses. Jason and I met in 2000 while working for a photographer. We bonded over how much we hated that job. Ever since then we have continued to cause trouble and get on each others nerves. In 2003 Jason and I went on our first-annual photo excursion. We made our way up to a little Village named Boonville. That trip was the inspiration for this current project. Jason spent ten days letting me photograph him. Without Jason, “Boonville” would not exist.

Jason Covert, Boonville, New York, 2003

As I said before, I was a bit down yesterday. I miss home. I am on day one-hundred-and-six and a I'm bit photo’d out. After lunch, rather then just giving up for the day, I decided to take a left out of the restaurant’s driveway instead of a right. I followed a road to another road and found myself on a very long dirt path surrounded by woods. I ended up having to turn around about five miles in, but as I did, I found a path that lead me to inspiration. It was a tree, two trees actually. Nothing really special about them, but I could tell they wanted to be photographed.

Inspiration comes in funny ways. I ended up shooting past sunset and then made my way back to the car. As I was driving back, surrounded by the woods being illuminated only by my head-lights, I thought of the below image: A portrait Jason took of me on our second photo excursion. As I thought of that photo, I thought of how lonely it can be creating this work and how I miss my friends, family and muses.

Timothy Briner, 2004, Copyright Jason Covert

I awoke today and quickly ran back into the woods. I will do the same tomorrow. I am very antisocial this week, and rather then forcing myself to find people to photograph, I am roaming the woods for inspiration.

Boonville, NY: 1911 vs 2007

2007-11-12T11:46:00.001-05:00

Boonville, NY, 1911, H.M. Beach
Boonville, NY, 2007, Ben Hughes

This morning I received an email from Ben Hughes. Boonville is Ben's hometown and he wanted to share the above photo with me. The color photo is Ben's. It appears he set up exactly where H.M. Beach took his famous Panoramic. Thanks Ben!

Day 22 vs Day 36 vs Day 99

2007-11-08T11:28:00.001-05:00

Day 22, Boonville, Missouri
Day 36, Boonville, North Carolina
Day 99, Boonville, New York

Behind Boonville (updated)

2007-11-06T14:18:00.002-05:00

Are you a photo geek? Yes! Then read on, this is a geek-out session. "Behind the scenes of Boonville" is brought to you by Slims Restaurant, Boonville, NY and the beauty of hacking into a WiFi signal.

Photographing Thomas with tractor and spreader, Boonville, NY, 2007

Almost all of the equipment found above and below was provided by my Alma mater, The Hallmark Institute of Photography, or HIP, located in Massachusetts. After a year of talks and going back and forth to MA, they excepted my proposal and they became the largest supporter of the Boonville project. They also provided a portion of my film! I cannot thank them enough. It's huge!

Before I knew that I received this equipment, I was ready to take on the trip with what I already had. My old 4x5 camera and home-made lights, made from florescent shop/work lights and an older strobe setup. It would have been a lot less gear, but a lot more weight. I decided that If I was going to ask for new equipment, it needed to be light and portable. That is exactly what I got.

Everything you see below is able to fit into two bags, and on my back; Tripod and stands included. It's heavy, but if I need it all and I need to get somewhere remote, I can do it.

Toyo-View vx125 (modified) 4x5 camera.
Images: Expanded, compressed, and disassembled,
4x5 Lenses: 90mm, 300mm, 210mm and 150mm

My Toyo-View 4x5 camera is my most prized possession. For those of you that know what I am talking about, it is a field/studio camera. It has full range of swings and tilts and folds up to the size of normal field camera, and even weighs less then most. It nice!

The four above lenses were provided by a friend and fellow photographer in New Jersey. Thanks Dave! I use them all often.

(R) Large-Format Camera bag and equipment.
(L) Minus light meter: Extra cable release, loupe, Film holders,
Polaroid Back, Head lamp (for seeing in the dark),
Radio Slave, Folded reflector.

The above image shows my bag filled with everything that is in the above (L) photo as well as my camera and all lenses. It's not easy to close, but it does close. Only in situations that call for it do I pack my camera in the bag; Like hiking, etc. Otherwise, the camera sits on my tripod and then is tossed over my shoulder, or on the front seat of my car (see below).

4x5 and Mamyia 7II, with roll film and iPod, passenger seat.

My tripod (not pictured) is a new Induro Carbon Fiber tripod. Because It is Carbon Fiber, and because I continually throw it over my shoulder with camera attached, the column has come loose three times. After sending it back twice, I decided to modify it myself. I took a steel rod and put it all the way through the center of the column, and then bolted it on both ends. It hasn't budged since.

I also received a Mamyia 7II, seen above with 4x5. I use the camera for situations that I cannot use the 4x5. Tight spots, lots of action, quick shots, etc. The Mamiya 7II is awesome! I only use it about 5% of the time. Buy it is a great thing to have for that 5%.

Middle: Profoto 600 B (battery) with Flash Head, and 3 batteries.
Left: Folded soft-box strip with speed ring.
Right: Flash equipment in backpack.

The above is my lighting equipment. When I need a light, this thing is amazing! It is small: it fits in a backpack! And it gives me great consistency and output. The soft-box strip is essential and adjusts itself nicely for different light qualities. Good stuff.

Photo equipment, Joe's backyard, Boonville, NY, Nov. 2007

Above image is all of my equipment. And it all packs up into those two bags. It's great. But, with the 4x5 on my front seat or on my shoulder, all ready to go, it provides me with the opportunity to quickly respond to any situation. While in Boonville, Missouri I was walking through a park and found a young man that I desperately wanted to talk to and photograph. He wasn't into it. I asked him if he had ten minutes, he said no. "five?" I asked. "I've got one," he said. I didn't hesitate, and to my surprise, I got the camera set up, framed, focused, took meter readings, and shot, all in about 120 seconds. Surprisingly, the image is a winner. He was already doing everything for me though, I just had to click a button.

Looking back it seems I could not be able to get the work I am getting without this stuff. That is true, but the work wouldn't be bad, it would just be different. The equipment is amazing, but photography is obviously only what you make of it. This equipment doesn't make me a better photographer or artist, it just puts more weight on my back, while doing a few other things.

The Beasock Seven

2007-11-03T11:53:00.003-05:00

Mark (dad), Sandy (mom), Sarah (18), Christopher (16), Kody (12), Hannah (9), Mia (puppy).

Carving pumpkin, Beasock Family, B'ville, NY, Oct., 2007

I have been staying with the Beasock family for over a week now. They have been wonderful! Each one of their kids have their own personality. I don't have a favorite, but Kody reminds me of myself at his age: Loud, obnoxious, and hilarious, with a slight touch of brilliance--if I may say so.

Kody and Christopher, sled-pulling in really cold water, B'ville, NY

I've had a wonderful time with the Beasock family: There is never a dull moment and I've had great Home-Cooked Meals and they have been very open to me and my camera; Especially at eleven-o'clock at night while tracking dear in the middle of the woods, with my flash going off three-and-a-half feet from their faces all while stepping in blood and messing up their tracking. We didn't find the deer (not my fault!)

Cristopher, Kody and Ross, Watercrossing, attempt failed, B'ville, NY

I've also had a great time getting in trouble with Christopher: shooting paintballs and BB guns at things we shouldn't have while Mom and Dad were out; And stealing all the candy during Halloween, only to be caught because we didn't hide the wrappers deep enough in the garbage. Amateurs.

It has been a great experience and it's been nice to be able to remove myself from the Village at the end of the day. Kinda like going home to Brooklyn after working all day in the city...but not.

Beasock home, four-wheelers, lawnmowers,
Sarah in front of six-wheeler, B'ville, NY, Nov., 2007

I can't wait to come back up in the winter...they've promised me a great time!

A Field Guide to the N. American Family

2007-11-02T10:46:00.004-05:00

Garth Risk Hallberg, B'ville going-away party, July, 2007, Brooklyn

Garth (above) is the author and visionary of A field Guide to the North American Family: an illustrated novella which tracks two families through the wilderness of modern life. Their stories unfold in 63 entries, each comprising a chapter of text and a visual artist’s response to the entry’s title: Adolescence, Boredom, Chemistry, etc.

Garth and I become friends after I submitted work into his then online photo/book project. Which I am happy to say is now a book! I have one photo in the book, representing "Privacy." I am lined up with some amazing photographers and friends, including: Jason Lazarus, Brian Ulrich, Tema Stauffer, Amy Elkins, Jonathan Gitelson, Shane Lavalette, Kevin Sisemore, and many more.

I have not seen my copy of the book as I have been on the road. But the last time I was in NY Garth showed me a sneak peak of his advanced copy. It was literally a peak, but from what I saw I was very intrigued and impressed.

"Privacy," From Vacancy, 2004-2005, Timothy Briner

See if your local book store can order it! I have to advocate supporting the little people. If not...go to Amazon.

See the website here

vs Boonville, NY

2007-11-01T11:14:00.001-05:00

Christopher, Watercrossing, Boonville, NY

I have gotten many emails from NY residents that are "concerned" or disappointed with my lack of positivity on this here blog. I assure you, it's not you, it's me...

I've heard that before.

Seriously, this is a blog, this is in NO WAY a representation of the project. I can't stress this enough. The work is private. Only four or five people have seen select images from Missouri and North Carolina and only one person other then myself has seen it all. Other then Drew, my film developer, no one will see the full project until at least July of 2008.

Yes, the NY posts have been sparse, the last one was a bit of a downer, but that's the way this entire project has been. Are you only looking at the writing from NY and comparing it to the end of the Boonville, NC trip? The last week in NC was great. The first two were horrible! And much of Boonville, Missouri was horrible, I was a wreck. Read a bit more before you start judging.

Large Format bag, Mamyia 7II and jacket in field, Boonville, NY

I came off of sixty straight days before arriving in Boonville, NY and I was very tired. I'm now just getting on my feet again and I have extended my stay by two weeks to take advantage of that.

Boonville, NY HAS been great. I've met some fantastic people and have had some great times. While I was in Boonville, Missouri I was being spread thin, I met so many people that I was finding myself running out of time; My thoughts and ideas were jumping all over the place. These days, when arriving into a town, I find and focus on only a select number of things. Otherwise, I'd get one-hundred OK or terrible photos rather then ten or twenty great ones. It's a process.

I'm not documenting Boonville, I'm documenting my interpretation of the current state of small-town America, and I'm using the six Boonvilles as my inspiration. I don't need to, nor could I, have my hand in everything while here.

P.S. If you get up everyday and check this blog and keep being disappointed: Stop getting up, or stop checking my BLOG!

Home-Cooked Meal, #17 & #18

2007-10-30T08:11:00.001-05:00

The Beasock Family, October 20/29, 2007, Boonville, NY

Boonville, day 90

2007-10-28T08:44:00.000-05:00

Seven days ago I was feeling good. Seven days later, not so good. Nothing significant has happened between now and then. I feel like I'm on a roller coaster. Up, down, up, down, sideways, repeat. I'm writing a lot. It should be interesting to read this stuff in five years. My mind is racing. The work is suffering. I want to go home. Challenges suck.

I feel great again!

...

Boonville, day 83

2007-10-22T11:33:00.000-05:00

Eighty-three days...wow.

I have fallen. I have picked myself up. I have grown. New friends. New work. New ideas.

The journey has been amazing. The work is forming it's own ideas. A few key things have popped up and sparked my interest and past memories. I am running with these three or four recurring themes.

The journey is almost half-way there. I'm just getting into it and it is starting to really feel good.

Thank you to all I have met along the way, and to my friends and family for truly believing in me and the project.

Walden Into The Wild

2007-10-22T08:36:00.000-05:00

Chris McCandless, self-portrait, July/August, 1992

Last week my mother sent me Jon Krakauer's Into The Wild. She said it reminded her of me and this project. A stretch, but a nice comment nonetheless. I don't think I have ever finished a book so quick in my life. It touched me. I think I was at the perfect point in my life, and in this journey, to have read that book. Thanks Moms.

Rather then love, then money, than fame, give me truth. I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, an obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board. The hospitality was as cold as the ices.
Henry David Thoreau,
Walden, Or life in the Woods
Passage highlighted in one of the books found with Chris McCandless's remains. At the top of the page the word "TRUTH" had been written in large block letters in McCandless's Hand.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.
Henry David Thoreau,
Walden
Passage highlighted in the copy of Walden I'm traveling with. Highlighted at some point in the past by my girlfriend; Laura.

Story of an artist, Daniel Johnston

2007-10-17T07:16:00.000-05:00

Story Of An Artist, Daniel Johnston

This song found its way into a mix a friend made me for my travels. I've heard it in the past, but it resonates with me now more then ever. I cannot stop listening to it.

The video is very distracting. HERE is a link to just the song, if you prefer.

Greetings from New York!

2007-10-14T18:56:00.001-05:00

Raccoon, Greenwood Avenue & Prospect Park SW, Brooklyn, NY

It's great to be home! The last time I was here was about forty-five days ago. I love it. But I have gotten these weird and sudden urges, or ticks. The closest thing I think they resemble is guilt mixed with a few shots of self-doubt. I have learned my lessons in the past and I am giving myself breaks now and then. But the guilt still rears its ugly head, especially now that I'm on "vacation" for a few days. I'm learning to ignore it, just like all my other feelings.

View from Daniel and Dana's wedding, Battery Park, New York, NY

Yesterday, Laura and I attended her brother's wedding. It was in Battery Park City, and it was a brunch wedding. There is nothing like drinking at 11am and not feeling bad about it. It was a blast. It couldn't have been a better day: The sun was out, puffy clouds were strolling by, happy people were running around Battery Park, and I was drunk by 1pm; A good day.

I learned to truly love photography when I was photographing skateboarders and rollerbladers in High School. So I had to stop when I spotted a few skater kids while Laura and I were walking in the Park.

A few minutes later, a Park Patrolmen started in on the situation, so I photographed him as well. He didn't like that and made a few smart remarks in my direction. So what did I do? Any one of my friends or family could finish this story and tell you that I confronted him and explained that I was legally in my right to take that photo, and it is not appropriate for someone of his authority to speak to me that way, or to bug these kids. Except it didn't really work out all that well. I walked away as soon as I realized I was three inches from his face and we were yelling at each other. Not really cool. Fun day though!