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I continue to go to the cafe. Why? Well, first off because it’s a great place to work when I’ve gotten antsy at my office desk … somehow the buzz and movement of people at other tables, their conversation, lets me concentrate and focus on my own work better than sitting in the quiet, lightly dusty feeling library of office cubes.

Second, because there’s a middle school down the street one way and a Tai Chi studio down the street the other way.

Today is my birthday. A moment to reflect. I like where my work is going: the past couple of weeks I’ve pushed through to a couple of new epiphanies and ideas there. I like how my photography is developing: as I’ve moved to simpler, smaller, lighter cameras with less capaabilities, as my time to do photography has decreased, I’m spending more time looking and thinking in the making of photographs. Story—or the ‘imagined story’—in the work has become much more important to me.

Look deeply, imagine more broadly, see more clearly. These seem to be the right cues. More book ideas have surfaced.

Oh yes: a moment’s pause in respect for Neil Armstrong. May his footstep on the Moon continue to lead the way.

– Godfrey 2012


Relatives in town yesterday. We went to the amusement park. I remember this ride from when I was about that size …

I remember the sensation of flying, and of being able to control my flight. But only within the constraints of the ride—You couldn’t get hurt. It let imagination run free and made the fifty seconds of flight seem a day long.

Last photo of the day. Sometimes the best.

– Godfrey

Little passion plays … 

I decided to go see the latest Batman film this past Sunday morning and found the time had been shifted from 9 to 9:40 am. So I hung out at the local Starbux and had a quick bite and a cuppa. 

The little girl fussed and cried every time momma tried to sit down and have a sip of coffee. They ended up leaving, daddy running back from the car to pick up the coffee and pastries. “Pay attention to me, not to your breakfast!” 

Batman was great. Closest to the Dark Knight graphic novels from the 1980s I’ve seen yet. 

I’ll get away from this cafe shooting yet, it’s just so seductive and rich a field … grin. 

– Godfrey


Thursday was Book Signing Day at ModernBook Gallery. 

A frenetic couple of weeks leading up to it. I hand-made about seventy takeaway cards. An intense and anxious drive to San Francisco on Thursday … traffic at a crawl most of the way. Late arrival. But then — A wonderful time! So many people came by, looked, made positive comments. Friends stopped in. People bought books! 

Early in the event, I handed my camera to my partner and told him to shoot the event. And be sure to get a picture of each and every person offering a book with their books. I wasn’t going to be able to do it. I’ve watched this over and over again … 

Today is packaging day. Between pre-orders and sales at and after the event, only two of the thirty-six books I stocked up on are left. I’m almost done packaging … next I’ve got to do the postage. One job at a time … but I think I’ll head out for a little respite and dinner. 

New work, new ideas, are calling me. I’ve started on the next book.

– Godfrey

In the cafe this afternoon, a misbehaving Polaroid SX-70 in front of me. Failed, bad exposures, $3.50 apiece worth of them, strewn on the table. The next table over from me—two women sitting with two young children, boy and girl. I’d hoped to maybe catch a photo or two with the Polaroid but my film pack had jammed on the first exposure, requiring me to fuss with it and lose four frames of eight. The remaining film was taking too long in process to see whether the camera was working properly yet.

“Oh, my mom had one of those!” the younger of the two women spoke in my direction. “I love old Polaroids! Can you still get film?” A conversation ensued. Instagram, her iPhone, my Polaroid images on the iPad … I never did get the photo, or read my magazine. I did manage to finish my coffee. But another connection made, another neat person who I will remember next time I’m there, who will remember me that next time too. The ways we come together in this environment.

I’ve been working on a book. A book drawn from the series of photos I’ve been posting to various venues the past couple of years with the title “Communicating” … This is what it’s about. The book is now done.




Ways Together

Studies in Distance and Closeness

by Godfrey DiGiorgi

With a foreword by Brooks Jensen, Editor LensWork Publishing

A full preview is available on my bookstore:

Godfrey DiGiorgi on –


I invite you to join me for a reception and book signing. We’ll celebrate Ways Together along with eleven other new photo books at


ModernBook Gallery

49 Geary Ave

San Francisco, Ca

August 2 from 5:30 to 7:30 pm


Wine will be served. Copies of “Ways Together” in hardback and paperback will be available for purchase. To reserve a signed and numbered book at the event, or for delivery by postal service, please send an email to for details.

A photo book is bigger than the photos it contains. The photos speak together, in a larger voice, playing with each other and speaking together as one thing. The feeling I have experienced from doing the book, from seeing the work in print, is different from what I saw as each photograph formed in my viewfinder and on my computer screen. The concept, the intent expanded in the becoming to a book.

The journey from being a photographer to becoming an author has been a challenge drawn out over years. This is my first published book, I can see a goal now. It draws me further.

Sorry I missed posting last week’s entry. I was down with a truly nasty cold and flu, and for the past week I croaked about like a frog with the sinus runoff and little energy. I’m back in the flow again now, the camera’s back in my bag, and new exposures are happening again.

Over a year and some now I’ve been shooting and posting the series called “Communicating”. The latest addition happened last Monday evening..

Communicating #72

I’d started with the germ of this idea in 2005, portraits of people in context I’d titled in my head “This Cafe Life” that eventually just became “People.” It finished up as a picture a week project slide show. (Viewable here as a flash slide-show presentation … yeah, back when I thought flash was a potentially useful presentation engine. People 2005.) 

Revisiting the idea half a decade on, what struck me as I continued my cafe rounds was the way that communicating in these ‘third place’ situations varied and how the electronic telecommunications age had infiltrated since even 2005. So many people now head to a cafe, buy a drink, then immediately plug into their email or web browser oblivious to the surrounding play of goings on. Yet those outside the web of electronic comm still interact … if you keep your own head out of the cell phone or the web browser for a moment, communications do not cease. 

The end product idea of this year and some worth of effort has been to put this series into a book. I have enough photo material now to make a solid 30-50 image book. So this week I start a photo book making workshop. 

The reception and book signing event will be in July. Invitations will be sent. Stay tuned.

– Godfrey 


It’s been kind of an odd week. As much as I tried to get done, it felt like nothing got done. Yet I see the evidence of work all around me on the desk, in the computer, in the inbox of my email. Hmm. A mildly annoying cold poked its way into my nose on Tuesday too. A feeling of something pending pervades… 

Must be the holidays coming on.


So yesterday I was about the house, doing this and that, and feeling a bit chilled I sat down and watched a documentary on photographer William Eggleston. Got a good laugh about when his work was hung in a very notable gallery exhibition, Ansel Adams called the gallery to upbrade them and The New York Times rated it as “The most hated exhibition of the year.” That must have smarted, but Eggleston didn’t stop at all … he just kept on going. 

Realizing I’d been around the house all day I got antsy for a cup of coffee and a read at the cafe. Brought the camera along. 

These two fellows were engaged in a spirited to and fro, then all of a sudden they stopped for a moment. A Pause. 

I made the exposure, nodded at the fellow looking at me. He laughed, and they went right back at it with a chuckle … I heard the word “picture” and “snapshot” float over a couple of times for a few minutes. And then my attention drifted onwards. I looked up and noticed them gone.

Must be the holidays coming on. 
On one of the camera equipment forums someone said: 

“… good photography is more than a checklist of criteria- and that’s where my challenge begins:

I want you to post 1 (one) photo. One of your m4/3 images that you’ve always liked. Maybe it didn’t get the reaction you wanted, but you like it because it’s different- outside of the norm. It doesn’t adhere to the rules of “good” photography. … “

I thought this was a lovely idea And some fun photos were posted in response. So I picked a photo and posted it … 


It was fun to pick one photo, but of course it wasn’t really satisfying enough. I found about three dozen that I thought might be worth working on. I picked nine out of that and have posted them to a new set on Flickr … you’re welcome to enjoy them. 

BTW: I never think about rules when I’m making photographs. I just make photographs that appeal to my eye. So I’m not entirely sure what rules I’m breaking … 

Maybe you can tell me? 
United Airlines sent me a note in May that my frequent flyer miles were going to go away if I didn’t book something with them before the end of June. So I thought, ‘heck, i haven’t been to NY since mom passed away, i should visit my brothers and see what’s going on back east.’ 


One of my friends was available and I had the time to visit yesterday. So on September 11, 2010, I took the train from Westchester down into Manhattan. The significance of the date was not lost on me. 

New York City is, indeed, a living organism. There wasn’t a lot of time, I had another engagement on my calendar in the evening. I  rode the Harlem Line down to Grand Central and feeling the heat as I exited the train brought back vivid memories of growing up in and around this place. 

The City in Summer is always about sweat. It’s always about movement, constant movement, the sound of so much going on resonating and colliding in the hot, damp air. Riding the subway, mid-day on a Saturday, it is jammed as if in rush-hour in any other city. I didn’t really remember the path to my friend’s place on 7th and First: I felt my way there riding the subways after a cursory glance at the map, and walked when I got off nearby. 

The street is New York. Every block, every neighborhood full of people talking, eating, buying, selling, sitting, laughing, crying, running, walking. All different ages, all different kinds. It is exhilarating. Buzz about the Towers. Buzz about the mosque, about politics, about what’s good and what sucks. I talked with a woman on the subway platform, jammed and jostled with passengers in the cars screeching through their tunnels underground, enjoyed an ice cream cone while watching a woman and her two youngsters doing the same. There’s enough to keep your ears and eyes full no matter where you turn. 

So glad I made it here at this time. 
Often, as I traveled on business in the 1990s and early 2000s, I would find myself with an afternoon free, a weekend free … Time free from all other commitments in places that I could not ordinarily afford to be on my own dime. These are ideal times to exploit, to practice looking and seeing (note, they’re two separate skills!), to practice photographing the moments of the unforeseen. 


This photograph was granted an “Honorable Mention” in Session 3 of the
Minox Historical Society 2010 Photo Competition. 

The MHS 2010 Photo Competition Sessions 1, 2 and 3 have surfaced a lot of really nice Minox photos! Check them out on the MHS blog: use the link on the MHS web page at

I do remember that day well: it was a chilly afternoon, I’d visited Museo D’Orsay and Notre Dame, was heading back towards my hotel. I had the Minox C in my pocket and made a number of exposures while I was walking along, contemplating where I’d been, where I was, and what was next to come. 1998 seems not so very long ago. 

Looking forward to some travel again soon. I and my partner head down to San Simeon at the end of the month to visit the Hearst castle. And then to Tijuana for a brief visit afterwards. I’ve just booked my ticket home in the first week of August … I decided to take an excursion so I’m zig-zagging from San Diego to Los Angeles, to Bakersfield, to Stockton, and thence home by train. It should be an interesting trip, I’ve never done a train excursion through California

Pondering where I’d been, where I am, and what is next to come, I’m sure. Camera will be in hand, as always.