This Land is Our Land .Think only of Woody Guthrie. Imagine a landscape spread open at the crossroads, a Dust Bowl song singing, littered with hobo wishes and lollipop dreams. A place where space is the place. Where rebel-yells race from here to over there, and then they rage, in an Age that is fast asleep at the wheel, zigzagging across a land of the slightly bothered.
Call them what you will, the bores, whores, fakers, takers, shakers, or the makers. These photographers capture the good old USA. From California to the New York Island.
To howl or not to howl? For a dying race of slaves stuck on empty, it is a sight for sore eyes. There is a golden valley strung with broken Christmas lights about to got out for good. Whatever happened to the little boy next door? Is skin the final frontier? You want the top or the bottom? Who will show us this America?
Call them what you will, the bores, whores, fakers, takers, shakers, or the makers. These photographers capture the good old USA. From California to the New York Island.
To howl or not to howl? For a dying race of slaves stuck on empty, it is a sight for sore eyes. There is a golden valley strung with broken Christmas lights about to got out for good. Whatever happened to the little boy next door? Is skin the final frontier? You want the top or the bottom? Who will show us this America?
These little scoundrels do their duty, and they show us the tutti frutti. Give me sweet dreams or give me green jelly beans! Sell me high wire acts and buy all my flying fleas. Perhaps it is all just a performance. A camera trick without a touch of talent. A hasty retreat back to Weegee. But if you look closer, there is something else, a certain need to show everything. A willingness to show the pimples and the dimples. More Frank mixed with a little Bresson.
Black and white days, with colored nights. All the kids with their speed kicks and cheap thrills. They shout at the top of their lungs, "This Land is My Land!"
Whatever you do, roam and ramble across this crazy land. A voice chants, "The highway is endless, the sky is a blue ribbon." Nothing is for sure, nothing is certain. Look, there is a sign that says, "No Trespassing." But on the other side it doesn't say nothing. So I enter the picture! In the land of mice and men, all you have to say is cheese!
Black and white days, with colored nights. All the kids with their speed kicks and cheap thrills. They shout at the top of their lungs, "This Land is My Land!"
Whatever you do, roam and ramble across this crazy land. A voice chants, "The highway is endless, the sky is a blue ribbon." Nothing is for sure, nothing is certain. Look, there is a sign that says, "No Trespassing." But on the other side it doesn't say nothing. So I enter the picture! In the land of mice and men, all you have to say is cheese!
But in this case, the rabbit is in the hat. These photographs capture all the Friday night lights, the summer barbecues, the beach battles, the midnight drives, and the eternal sticky aftermath of childhood dreams. Karma is where you point your camera. Time ticks, and they click! The fog is lifting, the wheat fields are waving, the Gulf Stream streaming, show me a crooked disenchanted place full of hidden gems, and I'll show you a diamond desert. Time is short, nothing lasts forever. Follow the golden arches. These photographs deliver what they promise. Food that is fast!
This gritty show is hungry and it shows. No cheese, only Budweiser! God bless the USA.... where the blood is mixed by design. We got a good sturdy crew on board. Full of a million lies. Welcome to the land of the raw and half-cooked. American know how at its best, get it while you can!
I can hear Woody singing......."This land was made for you and me!"
Jamie Zeccola AKA Duke A. Barnstable.
This gritty show is hungry and it shows. No cheese, only Budweiser! God bless the USA.... where the blood is mixed by design. We got a good sturdy crew on board. Full of a million lies. Welcome to the land of the raw and half-cooked. American know how at its best, get it while you can!
I can hear Woody singing......."This land was made for you and me!"
Jamie Zeccola AKA Duke A. Barnstable.
