This is the first year that Irving Art Association has sponsored a juried exhibition devoted solely to photography. 75 Photographs from 44 photographers from the Dallas-Fort Worth area were selected by juror Mark Thompson.
For the Preview Gallery click here.
Reception & Awards Ceremony was held on Sunday, November 5th, from 2-4pm. Almost 100 people attended to view the show and awards. Reception photos will posted soon on the IAA Photo Album.
Photography Exhibit Reception Photo Album click here
The show will be on view through December 1st. Selected works will travel to the West Irving Library for an exhibit Dec. 3 – Jan. 7, 2018.
See below for the Winners Gallery.
Best in Show
Varanasi Waif, Varanasi
Black & White 25.5 x 20 $375
Black & White
Catch Me If you Can
The Money Shot
Trombones 2nd Place
Red Barn 2nd Place
Hays and Rays 3rd Place
Sheer Grace 3rd Place
Thamel St. Honorable Mention
The Grande Mosque Honorable Mention
When our group of 8 photographers were led to the Seal Rock State Recreation Area on the Oregon coast, I was the last one to change into fishing waders, climb down the steep wet dirt path from the wooden railing you see in the top left hand corner. There were several sea stacks of different heights and shapes on this beach. I could see a lot of sea birds perched on the sea stacks along with perhaps seals, sea lions, and other marine life whose vocalizations we could hear.
Marc Adamus had forecast a blazing sunset for this evening. Once we were on the beach, everyone got down to shooting whatever wave action pictures we had practiced the previous evening in really poor conditions and the sky completely white with the marine layer anchored in place.
At this time, I had still not decided to clamber up the rock Marc said we need to be on to capture some of the most dramatic, powerful, dynamic and violent releases of energy that takes place when the Pacific Ocean waves crash into the rocks on shore. The reason for my diffidence was because I had previously read about people losing their camera gear to the ocean when hit by rogue waves. At last count, Marc’s clients had lost 7 cameras. I did not want to be the 8th.
When I saw a gentleman in our group who is perhaps in his mid 70s climb up the rock first, I felt a tinge of shame and a spark of courage to follow suit. Once up there, this gentleman whose interpersonal skills would sometimes make a Texan exclaim “Bless your heart!”, took some shots and climbed down.
I found a little sheltered cranny in the rock that I hoped would protect me and my gear should a rogue wave hit. Meanwhile Marc kept running up and down the rock helping whoever wanted to climb up and take some pictures. The best spot was apparently a little to my right but I was not prepared to risk a direct hit. It was however the same spot Chris Moore later settled in.
Once I got situated, I stayed put on the rock for a full 90 minutes shooting