A day trip to the Air Museum.

Baldies at Sunset..

From my new book. Baldies at Sunset.

Once upon a time, not long ago, I would tootle into town every other Friday and buy a photography, or photography related book. This was always a nice thing to do until the day I had to ship them all overseas at great expense. Since then I have been a little reluctant to buy anything heavy, like a book.. However, this morning I set about with the intention buying a nice new book and maybe even get a little inspired in the process..

So there I was at my local bookshop (quite big with a starbucks and all that). I made my way to the photography section (big sign, fancy lettering) but thought I must of drifted into the DIY section by mistake. There was a book of selfies by some girl whos name escapes me, but I think she was in a video with her boyfriend and her dad is her mother of something like that. Then there was another book of selfies but this one had other images although I couldn't make out because they were not in focus, but obviously there was something going on. Then there was a book, also full of selfies, by an actor/photographer/writer/poet/actor/singer/photographer/tap dancer. I could easily go on but its really not worth the effort to type..

What bothered me the most was not the vanity published array of books, but the fact that this utter rubbish was in the photography section next to Ansel Adams and Steve McCurry.. I knew the publishing world was in decline, but if this is all thats left I may never by a book ever again..

The Slab..

The Tree Of Soles. Slab City CA. 2017

At least one moon, perhaps two, has passed since I last posted anything on this secret blog. 

Truth be told, the future has taken over, and now in this digital age platforms like Instagram have made an online presence, well, up for grabs to anyone who wants it..

Anyway a recent trip out to my old haunt, The Salton Sea, reignited my somewhat strange photographic affair. It's an area in a constant state of change, but the silence and solitude are always the same. 

I had not been to Slab City for a few years, but had forgotten just why. However my feelings of longing soon disminished when I entered the dusty arena of chaos. What I remembered as a community was now a jumble of junkyards and dirt people cut off from society. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was skipping lunch, but a sinking feeling of dispair stayed with me as I left this God forsaken place and headed for Bombay Beach, a place which now seemed like heaven.... Well sort of..

Where's my tripod...

The days of large format now are behind me now. Although I miss the 'thinking' approach of the large format, I do not miss the expense and sweat that came with it.
The lighter digital cameras have also seen me going tripod free, but given the oppertunity I will opt for the tripod no matter how bright the sun may be.
Looking at the work I shoot now reminds me a lot of Stephen Shores 'American Surfaces' work. That was large format too... Fancy that..

A blue car and other things..

Some very random favourites from my latest road trips.

 Blue Car, Lone Pine 2017

 Basket Ball, Death Valley, 2017

Flowers, Independance, CA, 2017

The girl just before she falls into the water, Lake Tahoe, CA, 2017

A desert day out..

I love the desert, always have. The emptyness and brutal nature of it have always created a certain appeal to me. But of course I always look for those manmade objects to put in a picture..

A doyle Day Out by the Sea..

 The Sea

 An old car

A dirty loo..

Still cannot resist those cars in the landscape. The blue and white against the Malibu sky is a treat..

Malibu 2017

‘I don’t begin a project with an agenda,’ he has said. ‘It begins with a faint vision – one of those whispers on a breeze – that somehow gets a grip on me’ 

Mark Steinmetz

There is  always a story waiting to be told out in the Mojave Desert.
It has become my new escape from the city and always full of quiet happenings..

I like to joke that the question I get asked the most is, 'What's your favourite color?' but truth be told apart from a Doyle Blue, its this type of green. Somewhere between military and the color of grass...

Returning to the Urban Sprawl...

I recently gave a lecture on my work, my first since moving to the US.

After a brief history of how I got started, darkroom in my bedroom, wandering the streets of the north, printing for this lot and that etc, I touched on my Urban Sprawl series, the first project I shot in large format color.

It was all rather nostagic looking back on old work. So much so, I shot this image on the way home.

It may already be a classic....

And again..

A few goodies from an unplanned trip to the Salton Sea.
After all these years I never grow tired of the place and its constant state of change..

 All images March 2017

Pioneer Town, CA 2017

Its Over..

Mojave Reservoir 2015

 

Thanks to last months rains in California the mountains now resemble UK's Lake District, green and lush, but without annoying ramblers in matching socks and fleeces...
A few folk have asked if I will be doing comparisson shots from my drought series, but it doesn't really work that way around as theres no drama..
Anyway, the drought is over and the sprinklers are back on as the heat rises. Truth is, no one really cares as long as they have grass..

Van, Malibu. 2017. M. Doyle

Was sent this article today which I found most interesting and is something I am very familiar with..

What are the personal realities faced by photographers whose lives depend upon the creation and development of a successful photography practice?

I first explored this question in an article of the same title approximately five years ago. At the time it seemed like a risk to write and publish a truthful and honest reflection on the emotional, mental and spiritual realities faced by many photographers for a title supported by camera manufacturer advertising. However, the article proved to be the most engaged feature the magazine published in my three years as its editor, producing powerful letters like this. I now feel compelled to write again about this issue.

Five years ago I discussed those who succumbed to personal pressures, such as Diane Arbus, Terence Donovan and Bob Carlos Clarke — I’m sure you will know of others. Those are the high-profile names, the photographers whose names have become associated with the saddest of ends to their careers and lives. There are of course many other photographers whose names and images are less well known who suffer the same pressures and stresses as those headline acts but who still need our support, understanding and empathy.

A friend of mine, Chris Floyd, has spoken about his belief that it was the progression from analogue to digital photography and the subsequent closure of the commercial darkroom that instigated many of the issues of loneliness photographers face today. I agree with him. The darkroom was a social space where photographers could meet and interact, where they could feel part of a creative community. This was essential to a photographer’s mental well-being, as you could always be sure of a chat and a coffee, sharing ideas and experiences whether you had work to drop off or not.

Today you could make the same argument for a digital printer, but the reality is that photographers have their work printed far less often than when they relied on a lab to process their film, and that sense of community is as a result far less vibrant.

So, a sense of community is important, and that sense of physical community has undoubtedly been replaced by the online communities of social media. There is no need for me to elaborate the positive and negative aspects of social media, but the reality of online engagement is individual screen time. It is additional screen time to that spent on the photographic workflow including research, pre-production, editing, post-production and the general business of emails, marketing, promotion and accounting. That’s a lot of screen time, which means a lot of time alone with no friend other than a plastic mouse by your side.

Isolation can easily lead to depression, and the role of the photographer is increasingly solitary.

Add to that the inevitable rejections when applying for grants and bursaries, entering competitions and failing to gain commissions, and it is no surprise that many photographers find themselves unable to deal with everything while remaining upbeat and positive.

It is interesting how many photographers I know have recently taken up running or cycling. The positive effects of physical exercise when dealing with depression are well documented, and although none of them have spoken to me about their mental wellbeing directly, I see a definite trend developing. It is a trend of self-awareness about mental health and the need for a positive attitude in order to pursue a career in photography.

Perhaps more evidence of this trend is the recent growth of collaborative projects. Five years ago, I suggested that photographers who were concerned about poor mental health should explore the support networks of Cognitive Behaviour Therapy and Mindfulness. Today I would add to that suggestion the many local collaborative projects instigated by photographers to stage talks, exhibitions and meet-ups. These communities share a passion for photography and perhaps most importantly a desire to share work, knowledge and experience. The photographers who attend are invariably at different stages of their careers and therefore invaluable in supporting those struggling with the time required to become an established photographer.

These communities are using online communication to promote their projects and the offline world to deliver them, and that is where the real sense of community exists. If you don’t have one near you why not set up your own? Reach out to local photographers and creatives and you will soon find people willing and able to work with you to establish some form of project. If you want inspiration look at the incredible success of the UK based Miniclick Talks established by architectural photographer Jim Stephenson. It is a not-for-profit collaborative enterprise which embraces talks, exhibitions, publishing and one-off events that welcomes all photographers from student to established professional level. Its monthly talks have become the fulcrum of the local photographic community’s existence.

To this point I have spoken about the physical loneliness that photographers can feel but there is also the mental loneliness that needs to be recognised and addressed. In a medium in which two plus two does not make four, the creation of work to meet your personal or client’s expectations is mentally challenging. The key word here is expectation, and failing to meet that expectation can trigger self-doubt and associated issues of anxiety that can lead to depression.

It takes a strong sense of purpose, balanced with a willingness to listen and evolve, to work as a photographer. But even with these qualities if your expectations are unrealistic or ill-informed they will never be met. It is this failure to meet expectations that I see most often as the foundation for mental health issues in photographers. Whenever I am asked to mentor or advise photographers the first question I always ask is about their expectations. It is the starting point to understanding where they are on their journey, and with this knowledge it is possible to give both informed and honest advice that will allow them to take the small steps required of the long-distance runner. A career in photography is not a sprint or perhaps even more accurately a long-jump based upon a quick run-up. It is a marathon, and one that can be incredibly rewarding if the correct training, support structures and precautions are understood and put into place.

There is a joke that goes like this: “What’s the difference between a photographer and a large deep pan pizza? The deep pan pizza can feed a family of four!” Creating a sufficient income from photography is the hardest aspect of your practice to come to terms with. There are no shortage of magazine articles and online programmes promising you great riches based on workflow. I don’t believe any of them and neither should you. Workflow is not the answer and you should not feel a failure if the promises made don’t work for you. It is hard to make a living from photography but it is possible. The twenty first century photographer must be a master of transferable skills and open to opportunities to expand and develop their practice in previously unknown environments. These may include film, moving image, writing, workshops, broadcast and lecturing. As I have said, the level of your success will be based upon the level of your expectation, and that expectation can and should be informed by those who are travelling the same road as you.

That journey can be a lonely one but it doesn’t have to be. All photographers experience the same issues, anxiety and setbacks. Just as they treasure the highs they remember the lows, and sharing this reality is the beginning of an essential conversation. I am aware that this conversation must happen without the fear of negative judgement.

I am positive about the current state of photography, far more positive than I was five years ago. However, if you are reading this and feeling that I have highlighted feelings you recognise in yourself, I hope that some of what I said is of help — especially if you do not share my current positivity. You are not alone and there are multiple support structures to reach out to. A career as a professional photographer is not easy and it is not for everyone. There is no shame in admitting to yourself and others that you prefer the creation of images free from industry expectations. The possible realisation that professional photography is not for you is not to admit defeat but to embrace success. It is a success that means taking a new road to travel with photography as your friend rather than your nemesis.

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Grant Scott is the founder/curator of United Nations of Photography,
a Senior Lecturer in Editorial and Advertising Photography at the University of Gloucestershire, a working photographer, and the author of Professional Photography: The New Global Landscape Explained (Focal Press 2014) and The Essential Student Guide to Professional Photography (Focal Press 2015).

You can follow Grant on Twitter and on Instagram @UNofPhoto.

Text and Image © Grant Scott 2017

“If you know before you look, then you cannot see for knowing.”

The back streets of LA..

A Little Beetle Mania and other updates..

Metallic Stag Beetle.

Little something from my Beetle project this week. 

I find these little fellas very interesting, but this one was something special. The Metallic, or Bronze Stag Beetle, has to be my favourite so far.

You can see more here.

First and Last

Caddy, Encino, CA 2017

 

Aside from my 'American Vacation' series, 'Vehicular Landscape' is fast becoming my biggest project. Not surprising really as it was my first series shot in colour, however, when the project began it was called Dumped. The image below was the one that started it all, a Lada car dumped on York Way in London and an image which became the first big print I sold.

Lada, York Way, UK 1996

Boobs and a Stop sign..

 Silverlake, CA

Ojai, CA

Just a few random night shots I had forgotten about..

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell.
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Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, 

In the secret of the shell,

Self preserving we may dwell. 

Muhammed Iqba

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell.
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Not gone, but forgotten..

Railway Tracks, Niland, 2004/05

 

 I was reminded of this image recently by a very good friend whom I shared several trips with to the Salton Sea. Up until then I had completely forgotten about it even though it's been exhibited, published and written about (all be it some time ago).
This particular scene is from my 'Thursdays By The Sea' series made way back in 2004/05 when I was shooting 10/8 film. 
20 years prior to this image I made a similar looking shot, in black and white, from a bridge overlooking the railway track near my childhood home. I remember exposing for the light on the rails in order to render the rest of the area black, the same tecnique used here..
I think the original, a bit grainy and printed on Kentmere multi-contrast, fine-matt paper, is in my parents attic..

LA River update..

Sometimes with long term projects there's no real way of knowing which direction they may take. This has very much been the case with my Untold Stories series, LA River.
I knew that by making photographs in and around a dry river bed that sooner or later the rains would come, and they certainly did..
If you can imagine emptying your household rubbish into your bath, I'm thinking plastic bags, clothes, especially underpants, shopping trollys, and perhaps a chair, and then filling it with muddy water. Drain the water. Times all that by 100,000. You might get an idea what the LA River now looks like..
Great for new material. Not so great for the residents of The Hobo Jungle..

Fake Plant, 2017

Motorbike, 2017

 Lots of Trollies, 2017

Magic Gum Ball Machine, 2017

After The Rain..

From the LA River series 'After The Rain' 2017

 

It's been four months since I shot any images for my Untold Stories-LA River project.
A large part of the project was shot around the Hobo Jungle (a name I came up with during the summer which you can read about in my Project Diary section), basically an area where homeless people had made make-shift homes for themselves out of view from the public. I had often wondered what would happen to the area if the rains came, afterall it was a dry river bed.. And so after five years of drought the rains did come, and the people fled.
What remains now can only be described as a very big mess..
The ongoing story will be added next week..

Rejects...

Joshua Tree, 2017

 Rather than posting my 'best' images from recent endevours, I thought I would show my rejected images instead. There are many reasons why I may reject an image, but usually its because I have another one similar. Having said that, I may change my mind..

 Dino Crossing 2017

 Marfa, Texas, 2017

Basketball, Texas, 2017

Meat Market, Arizona, 2017

Car from different angle, Texas, 2017

The Hotel everyone photographs in Marfa. (At least I didn't photograph the Prada installation!)

Just Rubbish, 2017

The snow was very deep..

 Band Stand. Utah 2017

 

 Pine Trees. Utah 2017