The not so-new family.

I was on my way to work, and a fair distance away when I saw this scene forming. That’s mostly what street photography is, anticipation. I ran as quickly as I could, thinking setting the focus and whatnot and got there just at this moment; freeze; click; and go on to my real job wondering if I “got it.” About ten years ago.

I’m picking pictures out for various small blurb books I’m going to do. I’ve never been happy with the b&w renditions, and I’ve tested just about every print on demand that’s out there, and MyPublisher is very good; but I am going to have to do some work for my father (he wants a poetry book done) so I’ll be setting up something with Blurb and I’ll enter the Blurb community. It seems that the only way to get print on demand books “out there” is to have a cheap price point, and to have some community behind it.

Unlike the photographic print – which I feel is completed when it is ready to be framed; the book doesn’t feel worthwhile unless it is in the hands of people. Why I should make that distinction, I don’t know – but I do. I’m tempted to start in simple chronological order. Images by Dave Beckerman: 1980 – 1990, etc. Everytime I try to put some theme to it, I run into trouble.

I don’t want to do one book which is just Paris, or one book which is just the Subway… etc. I want it to unfold, pretty much like the blog.