Just a quick word that my new book WILLIAM ALBERT ALLARD: Five Decades, a retrospective, is on sale in the stores starting today. This is a book of words as well as pictures; there are stories that appear in paragraphs on a page and stories that come to you from within the frame lines of a given image.
Over the years I’ve enjoyed writing; I wanted to be a writer before I wanted to be a photographer and then I found myself wanting be be both. There are many similarities between the two disciplines, as the students at the workshop in Jackson Hole last week heard me preach. What you leave out is every bit as important as what you include, the old Hemingway thing, I guess, but it’s true. My hope with this book was to give it, as I tried to give my other five books, it’s own personality seen and felt because of the two voices involved: my voice as a writer and my voice as a photographer. How is it possible, to have a “voice” as a photographer? Well, I think we remember some pictures as we remember some songs, because they sing to us individually. And, as I write in this book, I want my pictures to sing. I hope you will enjoy my songs.
I’ll try to get back to you about that Photography at the Summit workshop in Jackson Hole last week. Rich Clarkson invites me every year and every year I look forward to joining with some of my good friends who have been at the top of their game for many years and some who are relatively new, in a group teaching effort that I think comprises a workshop faculty that is among the best if not the absolute best offering to be found in the seemingly ever expanding world of photography workshops. I’d like to share some of last week with you when things slow down for me out here in Montana. I may have to do it from the road after I leave Missoula with Buster and Lizzy for the Hi-Line on Saturday, but I’ll get to it. I’ll have to drop Lizzy, the terrorist, with a vet in Shelby, but Buster will go on with me and maybe when my work is done he’ll get to hunt for a day or two. Poor guy, he doesn’t get out as much as he’d love to but I’ve been busy.