1302_1036 Double Trouble
This is me, two years prior to starting serious work on the Jan Johnson sculptures recently posted. I made this shot at Jan's, into a double window, hence the double reflection. Some of the items surrounding me were outside (with me), and some were inside (I think). I processed this to convey a gritty feel, which is entirely appropriate to Jan and the junk piles from which he created his art. I always enjoyed photographing the Barbies, other dolls, and various installations gathering rust in the garden in front of his house and the rain forest out back. So different from my usual nature & wildlife stuff!
For your ongoing amusement, here's something my old pal Barry Macleod wrote about me in late 1985. I don't mind being the butt of a joke if the joke is funny; what else are friends for? Barry lived in a cabin on the beach at Tugwell Creek, on Vancouver Island, with a view of Juan de Fuca Strait and the distant Olympic Mountains:
"Page arrived from Vancouver later in the evening and took $300 worth of Tugwell photos in the first two days. First time he'd been here in three years and he went wild. Page, Richard and I went for a Christmas day beach walk from Tugwell to Muir Creek. The weather was sunny, blue sky, temperature in the high forties, no Christmas talk, no relatives, God what a day. And Richard and I watched Page wander around with his camera and tripod, stopping here and there, crouching down for a shot of this and that, and we renamed him 'Meander Winkley' thinking this would give his photography career a boost. The name is important. Remember Englebert Humperdink, an obscure second rate lounge singer and when he changed his name it was instant super star. So we thought we could do the same with 'Meander... Winkley.' It's pronounced with a slight hesitation before Meander. Not a stutter. Just a silent skip of a beat. Richard phoned the next morning because there were some otters in the creek outside his cabin that wanted their pictures taken. 'Hello, is... Meander still there?'"
Needless to say, I turned down the new name. It was probably my only chance at wealth and fame. Why risk ruining my life?
Photographed in Sooke, BC (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2013 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
1302_1036 Double Trouble
This is me, two years prior to starting serious work on the Jan Johnson sculptures recently posted. I made this shot at Jan's, into a double window, hence the double reflection. Some of the items surrounding me were outside (with me), and some were inside (I think). I processed this to convey a gritty feel, which is entirely appropriate to Jan and the junk piles from which he created his art. I always enjoyed photographing the Barbies, other dolls, and various installations gathering rust in the garden in front of his house and the rain forest out back. So different from my usual nature & wildlife stuff!
For your ongoing amusement, here's something my old pal Barry Macleod wrote about me in late 1985. I don't mind being the butt of a joke if the joke is funny; what else are friends for? Barry lived in a cabin on the beach at Tugwell Creek, on Vancouver Island, with a view of Juan de Fuca Strait and the distant Olympic Mountains:
"Page arrived from Vancouver later in the evening and took $300 worth of Tugwell photos in the first two days. First time he'd been here in three years and he went wild. Page, Richard and I went for a Christmas day beach walk from Tugwell to Muir Creek. The weather was sunny, blue sky, temperature in the high forties, no Christmas talk, no relatives, God what a day. And Richard and I watched Page wander around with his camera and tripod, stopping here and there, crouching down for a shot of this and that, and we renamed him 'Meander Winkley' thinking this would give his photography career a boost. The name is important. Remember Englebert Humperdink, an obscure second rate lounge singer and when he changed his name it was instant super star. So we thought we could do the same with 'Meander... Winkley.' It's pronounced with a slight hesitation before Meander. Not a stutter. Just a silent skip of a beat. Richard phoned the next morning because there were some otters in the creek outside his cabin that wanted their pictures taken. 'Hello, is... Meander still there?'"
Needless to say, I turned down the new name. It was probably my only chance at wealth and fame. Why risk ruining my life?
Photographed in Sooke, BC (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2013 James R. Page - all rights reserved.