I have just self-published my first book of digital images made with my iPhone.
The experience began during the first of the year, and I have been calling the project my book of Digital Days, since I make several images wherever I am during the day. There is no particular design or intention to making the images. I see something that appears interesting or different, perhaps it is just something I have seen a thousand times before, and I make a picture. I started thinking about this project while considering the purchase of Canon's hot new 5D camera. Great camera, but it doesn't afford the creative-in-the-moment feeling I have these days. I can live with less quality if I am expressing what I feel from moment to moment.
All of this builds on the idea I have been living with for more than a decade now -- we live in the age of instant -- instant gratification, instant messaging, instant coffee (yuck! how 60s), and anything fast -- fast food on the fast track. Our lives are mediated through the electronic gadgets of our times, including those we perceive the world with.
When I look at these images my comprehension of what "art" means is totally turned on its head. Here is a sampling of my first month on the project.
January 7, 2010
Big Screen TV
Starting out a new year with day after day of rainy bleakness.
January 9, 2010
I am not a fan of laundromats, but have had to get used to them. The best I can think of about having to do your laundry is that you have time to walk about with the camera phone and look for things. My two favorite places to make digital day photos is the pet shop and the Dollar Store.

Ferrets asleep in the pet shop. I love the quality of this image -- it's like some strange blend between trance and taxidermy. Frederick Franck observed, "Onlookers we are, spectators...Subjects we are, that look at objects.
Lizards always appear to be more mineral than organic for some odd reason.
Dried flowers on display at the Dollar Store. I can't get enough of this store visually. The amount of color all packed into a small space is overwhelming. I can't imagine what the clerks must think of me walking through the aisles with my iPhone. They probably think I am some sort of auditor. Nobody has ever asked but I am always prepared to tell them that I capturing the world the way I see.
January 12, 2010
Nice One!
We find someone's voice in almost everything we see, on walls, on street signs, bumpers, and even on our bodies. Tirelessly, we attempt to communicate our fears, desires, needs, and directives toward one another in anyway we can.
I am not sure why this message would be posted on a bathroom stall, but it caught my eye.
January 14, 2010
This is all that remains of a really good pear and custard pie.
This is work.
There is either a leak in the roof or someone has figured out a cool way of drying out their umbrella in the newsroom of the Ashland Daily Tidings.
I find myself spending a lot of time looking down at things now. The world is opening up. Everything becomes a picture framed, frozen and fixed in time. Yet the moments move from one scene to the next, one day to the next. Everything is discovered and rediscovered in this space of time.
The image doesn't have to mean anything.
When I consider the presence of a great Spirit or Creator or God, I think of light. Light envelops us, but what we actually see is such a small portion of the spectrum.
I shot it this way.
January 18, 2010
The dream lives on.
January 19, 2010
What are we looking at? What are we looking for? Today, the digital camera, especially the camera phone, has become a part of our "WYSIWYG" or What You See Is What You Get culture. Millions of images are made every day. What do they all mean? This shutter culture inhabits us -- a surrogate memory -- an alter-consciousness. What if we didn't make the picture and the moment just silently slipped by? Rhetorical question? Yes, another would soon replace the first.
Windstorm aftermath.
Wanted for questioning.
Lines in the sand.
People who ride their bikes in the rain have strong hearts.
Despite the limitations of quality available in most camera phones, there is a wonderful sense of freedom of not taking myself so seriously with the camera. Why would I ever make a more formal image of such a scene? I am not sure. No audience for the image would be my guest. I've always felt obligated to meet the expectations of others as a photographer, not simply make pictures for the pleasure of making pictures.
In the middle of a conversation with a colleague I stopped, looked down at the table we were standing near, and pulled out my phone. Excuse me, I have to make this picture. Why do some things shout at me?
Sometimes the only way I wish people could hear me is through the pictures I make. I think they might understand me better. Words cannot often say what an image can.
January 29, 2010
Why does everything have to make sense. Most of life doesn't.
What does it mean to re-present the likeness of another? In a digital age aren't all just pixels, 0s and 1s, the copy without the original perhaps.
February 6, 2010
This was a double take. The kids and I coming down a muddy lane. Did you see that? What?
That... and so we did.