For a While on Flickr . . . .


Plain stupid?

Who knows?

There’s plenty more going up.

Of course, it can all be brought down too.

For a while, however, I seem to be getting a kick out Flickr’s screen-filling slideshow and still presentation features.

Writer, Musician, Photographer — I went for a trifecta! — knows how to write, play guitar and sing, and take fairly decent photographs and snapshots, but the business thing has had me whigged a long time!

In our online journey, the era of bad English has been long supplanted by another of terrific visual art, so much so that one’s best may find company with the best of tens of thousands of other equally fine shooters.  I / you / we have been floating along on a sea of gorgeous photography as well as looking into the black pit of the world’s most reprehensible moments.

It’s been easy getting lost.

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Propelling posting to Flickr — Note: NEW material will continue appearing here, and first — has been both upgrades in the hosting technology, which appears to accept DNG and NEF masters (wow!), and related presentation — there is something good about seeing fine work (I hope it is that) full screen.

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“Hagerstown” – Painting by Michelle Vezina Peterlin – Source Photograph by J. S. Oppenheim

First Underpainting, "Hagerstown", Sunrise Painted from Source P

First underpainting of “Hagerstown”, an interpretive sunrise inspired by a photograph.

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"Hagerstown" - Sunrise Painted from Source Photograph by James S

Second underpainting.

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"Hagerstown" - Sunrise Painted from Source Photograph by James S

Full frame documentation image.

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"Hagerstown" - Sunrise Painted from Source Photograph by James S

Full-frame edited.




"Hagerstown Sunrise" -  source image for Michelle Vezina Peterlin's painting.

“Hagerstown Sunrise” – source image for Michelle Vezina Peterlin’s painting.

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Sunrise, Hunter Hill, Hagerstown, Maryland, January 29, 2015

Sunrise, Hunter Hill, Hagerstown, Maryland, January 29, 2015.

Related on the Web

Michelle Vezina Peterlin

Communicating Arts (Main Web)

James S. Oppenheim on Fine Art America

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Ms. Epson . . . .

No sooner do I think I have “Bertha” figured out — page controls good; ink supply fine; color fidelity and clarity marvelous — then she reports, more or less, “Cannot print.  Need Cyan.”

How about some Light Gray to chase that Cyan?

Nothing comes easily, so all adults know, and ordering ink proved no exception: I expect HP’s computer failed to recognize and vet mine on the way to online checkout.

On Skype, sez I!

The computer-phone call to call center worked, but “next business day” might be Monday, so push Bertha’s off button and, oh no, she hangs and orders her power supply unplugged.

Good grief!

Well she ain’t shakin’,  guzzlin’, spittin’, or checkin’ herself out now, but even quiet, dormant, sleeping, I wonder what the hell HP put in that moon unit so attractive to eclectic physicians and artists.

I’ve a mind to triple the prices of sales I’m not seeing and pretend to consign the print business to my old custom shop, which always got its share of Washington’s museum work.  Resuming that relationship would not be a bad idea, but as in the olden days, I get a kick out of seeing what I do — in photography, have done — printed for viewing in real space.  And then too, as now and then it happens, a few of these things have made it on to walls owned by people I know but a little bit or not at all.

Totally cool.

“Jim — We are recycling a few printers, and I wanted to know if you had any interest. They are Epson Stylus Pro 9880, eight color 48″ roll fed ink jets.”

Don’t think I’m not tempted!

On the other hand, I believe I’m suffering enough.

Next episode of “Photography with Bertha”: Monday morning or early afternoon.

Saving “Bertha” — The Printer

I’ve allowed my printer, an HP-B9180, to run through hundreds of dollars of archival “Vivera” inks without printing a sheet!

I suppose a narcissist needs a narcissistic printer, for she does this to me by way of checking herself out once every 24 hours and keeping tabs on the functioning of her microscopic ink-spitting nozzles.  Printing with such a touchy behemoth scares me, and yet, every time out, with some allowance for cleaning the jets, she prints a brilliant and precise photograph.  That’s why I don’t trade her in, but given the expense of  her breathing just once a day, I hold out hope for serious art sales, either in volume or by the production run.

Starter bid: per 13×19-inch print: $95 plus shipping; Maryland residents pay 6 percent sales tax; cleared check or Paypal transaction.

Editions: open unless stated closed.

Licensing: priced according to usage.

Third-Party Publishing: negotiable.