Minis, Meet-and-Greets, and the People’s Forum on AI

A few more quiet moments from Christine’s meet and greet at Northwest Tastings. I have to laugh when internet photographers dump on photos where “nothing is happening.” x In the words of the infamous Prince of Pop, “you got to be startin’ somethin’,” and @seattledsa’s ecosocialists are doing just that with the People’s Forum on AI. We wrapped up the second session yesterday on labor, power, and control, and are already thinking about the next steps. x Christine still has a bunch of these “minis” for sale, but not The Devil – the last one was purchased by a generous … Continue reading “Minis, Meet-and-Greets, and the People’s Forum on AI” →

Georgetown, Pleasure Spiked with Pain

We’ve been spending more time in Georgetown ever since Christine joined Side Rail, so I walked around to see what I can see. Much of this is stuff I’ve seen many times but never stopped to photograph. Some of it is new. I’ve been trying to train myself to “see” more clearly, even without the novelty of new places. x “During the past two hundred years Western philosophically-oriented, and later also socially-oriented thinking has been increasingly reflective and differentiated in its search for an understanding of the phenomenon of alienation. Marx saw also the moment near at hand to do … Continue reading “Georgetown, Pleasure Spiked with Pain” →

Mayor Wilson, and the Balance Sheet of Light and Shadow

I am very pleased for Mayor Wilson. Even if only to spite The Seattle Times, the venture vultures who turned this city into a drab tech campus, and everyone at work who called her “that women” for her “lack of experience.” From Zohran to Katie — two shots in the dark and faint glimmers of hope. A chance to do something or royally fuck it up. Only time will tell. But right now? Right now? They’re two middle fingers saluting the hellscape. And that’s just fine. x I put this up as a story but now I’m putting it up … Continue reading “Mayor Wilson, and the Balance Sheet of Light and Shadow” →

Small Pockets of Peace at the Georgetown Art Attack

Celebrating the small pockets of peace on Armistice Day. x Color and contrast at Fogue Studios & Gallery. x More moments at the Georgetown Art Attack. x Karen Dedrickson’s studio at Fogue. She works with sumi-e, or Japanese black ink painting. We fell in love with her crows. x “Chevron Fuels Genocide” I found this protest art quite beautiful. x Art in unexpected places. x

Hype at the Madison Park Art Walk

“We’ll hype you up.” That’s what Erica told us when we called it a night and left the Madison Park Art Walk where @christine.bingham.art’s showing her “Pacific Lore” at Sotheby’s Realty. Hype, you say? Oh I’ve got plenty of hype… Thanks @friendsofmadisonpark.seattle for putting this together. Our second year attending; Christine’s first year showing ✨ so proud! x

Half-Frames

These are my first four half-frames from last week’s photo-walk with @glazerscamera and @pentax_us, trying out the Pentax 17 they’d loaned us as part of Analog Week. I’d wanted to more consciously pair up the diptychs but that went out the window quickly – like, as soon as I loaded the roll and couldn’t quite figure out how far the roll needed to advance from the tiny frame counter. I’d initially worried that I’d get a bunch of blurry photos with this zone-focus camera, but it turns out the real issue was keeping my damn fingers out of the frame… This gentleman chatted … Continue reading “Half-Frames” →

I don’t like explosions very much at all.

It’s been really gratifying to see more people commenting on the uneven distribution of firework joy, whether as a form of reinvigorated protest, or in the shape of that poem being shared about explosions and the differentiated lives we’ve lived. That’s been a thorn in my side for most of my life. I wrote my own poem once about the rat-tat-tat of compatriots insisting on our communal bonds outside my teenage bedroom door. I wrote an email too, my first time experiencing a Royal Air Force fighter jet screaming over the Royal Mile in Edinburgh back when I barely researched … Continue reading “I don’t like explosions very much at all.” →

Splitzing Politics

It’s worth pausing to consider “The Severance Metaphor” I wrote about in light of these images I got from “The Split Cam“; they weren’t wrong about branding the double-exposure process as “image fusion” because the end result is way more about fusing than splitting, isn’t it? I’m not sure why the more common lens attachment that does this trick is called a “splitzer,” but it’s making me think that there may be a use to having a third term in between those other two poles: severing, integrating, but also “splitzing” as well. Maybe it’s the goldilocks via media between the … Continue reading “Splitzing Politics” →