Back in 2004 I was shooting Fort Churchill on Ilford film for a college photo class. 20 years later, Ralph Appelbaum Associates had me photograph their award-winning reimagination of the entire site. Life is an amazing journey.
The project picked up a Green GOOD DESIGN Award for Architecture, a MUSE Design Award, and an Indigo Design Award. Well-deserved recognition for the whole team.
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The interpretive design is incredible. Bronzed objects scattered across the grounds. Illuminated maps. An installation designed to weather and age alongside the 1860s ruins. Sand and wind as collaborators, not enemies.
RAA is the world's largest firm dedicated to museum design — Holocaust Memorial Museum, Clinton Library, 850+ projects in 52 countries. They worked with Gizmo Art Production, Frame Architecture, and @NVStateParks to completely reimagine Fort Churchill's visitor experience.
Hello social media, it's been a while. Resurfacing to share some recent work. Today: a Jack Hawkins architecture project. His designs are sharp — in angles, execution, and intelligence. My job - take what he's built in 3D and convey it in 2D. Outstanding award, @TahoeQuarterly
I've been working away on The Comstock Chronicle for the past few months, and thought I'd share my recent editorial here.
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Notes from the Cabin In The Sky
By Asa Gilmore
Everytime I start thinkin' the world is all bad, then I start seeing some people out having a good time on motorcycles and it makes me take another look.- Steve McQueen
If I had my druthers, I would travel everywhere on two wheels. Motorcycles are Freedom Machines and every twist of the throttle is clear and tangible proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Here in our beloved country, riding a motorcycle often comes with a certain amount of swagger. From my observations of myself and others, this manifests in three distinct categories.
The first, and most easily dismissed, is best described by the French as a Poseur. This would be the fellow who has all the gear and a brand new bike but doesn't quite get it. If it's a street bike, there's definitely a trailer for it and if it's a dirt bike the plastics are pristine and free of Nevada Pin Stripes (if you know, you know). The foot pegs have no wear from leaning into a corner until they lay out sparks. There might be a 'Live to Ride' sticker but it's on his commuter car. With luck, he'll graduate to one of the other categories.
The second is the Proud. Most of us, motorcycle riders or not, have fallen into this category at one time or another. The motorcycle isn't new anymore and the rider standing next to it on C Street looks more natural and has at least a couple of good barstool stories about his travels. The pride isn't all false, either...some of it at least is born out of scraped knuckles, balanced crankshafts, and true obstacles overcome. There's a budding seed of authenticity that grows along with the pride, and one of 'em will win in the end, but that old saw about pride and falls is true.
The last category is the Triumphant. I'll admit that I struggled a bit over that choice of word. Close runner-ups were the Joyful (far too sweet for us biker types) and the Grinning (accurate, but didn't quite say it all). The Triumphant are the folks I saw in Virginia City last weekend, and it made me think of old Steve McQueen and that eponymous film "On Any Sunday" and the sheer unadulterated joy of riding, because they were freezing cold and dirty and having the time of their lives. I walked by the podium as one rider was being asked how it went. "Cold! Dangerous! It was like riding on ICE out there!" And how many laps did you do? "FOUR!" This rider wasn't in the top ten or anything like that, but he sure was triumphant. The teenager who came next was wearing the same grin, and I know why.
It's because there's a spot out there by the horizon, and you never quite get to it and you aren't supposed to. Arriving there would end the journey, and we don't want that. Not yet, because the Triumphant have shed all pretense and realized the wild joy that is here in the right now, and they're grateful for it.
The earth rotates at about 1000mph at the equator turning counter clockwise, and about 780.64mph here at the Cabin in the Sky, by my calculations. If you leave Pioche heading west and really open the thing up on Highway 50 across those desert valleys towards Gold Hill, you're just a bit closer to staying in the puddle of sunlight on one side of the globe, and the rotation of the tires on the pavement merge into the earth's orbit and there's a sudden awareness of the galaxies rotating overhead and you sit back in the saddle and realize that you're flying through the heavens surrounded, as the poet says, by God and ghosts and truth...triumphant.
Signing off, AG
One of the many cool things I get to do in my photography business is work for art galleries and museums. I photographed this exhibit during my social media hiatus, but it's still on display at the Nevada Museum of Art. Check it out if you have the chance! It's a really cool intersection of art and science and as with everything the NMA does, incredibly well produced. I got to meet the exhibit designer, Nik Hafermaas, while I was working on this. It was really fascinating to talk to him about the project and all the details that went into it. The whole exhibit is stunning, from the fossils on display to the life size wall length 3D ichthyosaur animation. #commercialphotography #architecturalphotography #art #museum