Japanese photographer Naoya Hatakeyama’s hometown of Rikuzentakata, Japan, was destroyed by the March 11, 2011 Tohoku earthquake and tsunami. A few days later, he returned to what was left of his town to document the aftermath.
The World Is Not My Home: Photographs by Danny Lyon is at the de Young though January 27. This exhibit sparingly covers his work from the early ’60 civil rights movement with the SNCC (Students Nonviolent Coordinating Committee) the Occupy Movement protests of 2011.
The Image Flow sat down with Gary Yost to discuss his experience trekking up to Pt. Arena in Mendocino County to photograph the unusual shaped rocks that reveal themselves only at certain tides. What inspired you to photograph Bowling Ball Beach in Mendocino’s Pt. Arena? I was at the Mill Valley Fall Arts Festival in Sept 2010 and met an exhibitor Fred Mertz, a landscape photographer who mainly works in Northern California. We tried to make a plan to shoot together and he mentioned several locations in California, mostly in central and southern California, including Bowling Ball Beach. It turns
Photographer Barbara Hazen on her long-term love affair with San Francisco’s Grant Avenue.
How did a 14 year old become a rock and roll photographer? In those days concerts weren’t events featuring a single key artist with a minor opening act. Every concert was an event featuring 3 or 4 bands on each bill – and often an early and a late show. So the bands would play from 8-11 and they’d clear the hall and start again, with ‘late shows’ often going to dawn, (after all, bars stay open until 4 a.m. in New York to this day!) There were multiple shows each week so we could see 8, 10, 12 bands
Following is an excerpt from a conversation between independent curator Anne Veh and Trish Carney, a visual artist living in Marin County, California. On a warm July afternoon, Trish Carney and I met in Mill Valley to talk about her new body of work from her time in Yellowstone National Park this May when she journeyed there for a two-week pilgrimage to observe wildlife. Before we sat down to talk, we ventured off on a nature walk to Stolte Grove, a hidden gem in Mill Valley I refer to as the “secret garden.” As we approached the trailhead, I noticed
