as poetic photographic art cards...
Jockey Journal Cards marry poetry
and prose with related photography in
a way not normal, having image expressed
words and word expressed images. One
or the other comes first or together.
(A variation on this format are called
prints, but not the subject here.)
I'll talk first about the words…
Consider them fresh snapshots of the
trail through my brain current at the
time: not refined or closely adhering
to customary English usage. They flow
out without little contrived forethought.
I tweak them slightly so as to not be
glaringly at odds with the world of
expectation, but never the less at odds.
I usually create with fountain pen
on paper; adjust for state of being,
grammar & spelling; then enter via
keyboard into my Computer Jockey Journal.
Subsequently they are desk top published
with a photograph
to make an interior blank card statement
out front & back. The card is reusable
via internal flysheet, 8-1/2”
x 11” letter size folded, or via
the envelope liner of same size. (As
an alternate they are available as letter
size posters suitable for framing.)
The story behind the story...
The first card came to me while driving
my "beater" truck. (See "The
Sabbatical") It all flowed
downhill from there.
The Sabbatical was diversion from a
professional engineering office life
almost totally technical in a computationally
graphic sense. After being downsized,
not finding similar re-employment, I
talked my way into working with wood
timber framers. They are very talented
craftsmen that chewed tobacco and kept
me away from tools where I could get
hurt, but valued my gift of analysis
back in a non-sawdust area. I love these
guys and the humor expressed while creating
structures of historical significance
with elegance of form.
For another story behind the
Take a look at the "Baby
Changing Station / Not What It Seems
/ Amazing Men's Room." While
at the Barnes & Noble bookstore
in Bel Air MD, I went to use the men's
room, noticing the sign on the outer
door face while passing through. I got
to laughing, which is kind of peculiar
when you are alone and another walks
in! Given the way my brain often works,
upon leaving, I went out to my car and
brought the camera back in to photograph
the the door & sign. Then got a
starbucks and sat still long enough
to rough out the concept via prose upon
napkin, with fountain pen ink blotting.