olympus e-500
the promise for tomorrow /
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© 2011 Gary Garbett |
Here's another one I've wanted to shoot for months. I'd hoped to one day capture this photo with extreme highlights and shadows from the afternoon sun. Today's overcast and diffused winter light added a
solemnness while the delicate snow countered the ruggedness of the abandoned.
good tires /
the long cold wait /
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© 2011 Gary Garbett |
I've wanted to photograph this setting for months. I drive past it a few times everyday. I've always thought if I could catch the right light, it could be a really nice shoot. Today as I drove home from church, the setting welcomed me once again. The afternoon light was perfect. With my camera sitting beside me, I realized that today was the day I'd been waiting for.
During the months of wanting to shoot here, I never imagined I'd be doing so while wearing a suit and a tie, not to mention on a day when the wind chill was nearing 20 degrees. Lesson learned. Be prepared for the moment.
tattered. faded. torn. real. /
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© 2011 Gary Garbett |
This is a prototype image of a series I'm beginning to explore. Denim will be the common theme. Some will be full figure pieces while others will have an unusually cropped and abstract quality. The use of negative space will be a primary concentration.
Tattered. Faded. Torn. Stained. Real. These are all things I want to celebrate in the images, both for the blue jeans and those folks wearing them. My hope is to display a pure and honest quality.
With this said, I'll need subjects and models. Real people and real jeans. If you and your favorite pair of blue jeans are interested, let me know. cheers.
life fell from the sky /
a walk in my shoes /
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a still life of icons /
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© 2011 Gary Garbett |
I'm a collector of my path. Not a pack rat, ...a collector.
My shelves are adorned with those things that remind me of where I've been. My haphazardly organized arrangement of art, vintage product packaging, and faded and torn photographs all make me... well, ...me. Without them, I'm much less than I wish to remember.