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“I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want.” ANDY WARHOL

PHOTO: “Ross Barnett Reservoir, Mississippi” by Troy Dalmasso. Congratulations to photographer Troy Dalmasso for the above photo’s selection as a Los Angeles Times Editor’s ChoiceSummer 2012.


 “Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” 


PHOTO: “Bacoli, Italy (Naples Province)” by Adam Allegro. Congratulations to photographer Adam Allegro for the above photo’s selection as a Los Angeles Times Editor’s Choice, Summer 2012.


During the past few months, we’ve written posts about Dennis Hopper‘s love of photography. These include several posts about his iconic photograph “Double Standard” and a post about his self-portraits. We’ve noted that much of the daily traffic to the Silver Birch Press blog comes through search engines — and every day people are searching for articles about Dennis Hopper, photographer.

While visiting San Francisco in 1964, Hopper shot the photo reproduced above. Called “The only ism for me is Abstract Expressionism,” the photo speaks volumes about Hopper and the owner of the Plymouth with license plate JQR661.

Hopper’s photos are often witty and filled with irony — and this one is no exception — and he seems to revel in the bumper sticker’s proclamation that, for some, art takes the place of politics, philosophy, and religion. In 1964, most of the people who felt this way drove old (this model is probably from the late 1940s or early 1950s) cars and were proud of it!

For the record, the leading abstract expressionist artists were Jackson Pollack, Willem de Kooning, and Mark Rothko.

Photo: “The only ism for me is abstract expressionism” by Dennis Hopper, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 



Poem by Denis Johnson

…Looking out our astounding

clear windows before evening.

It is almost as if 

the world were blue

with some lubricant,

it shines so.

Photo: John Divola, permanent collection J. Paul Getty Museum


I’m a huge fan of street photographer Garry Winogrand (1928-1984) and the above shot of Hollywood and Vine from  1969 is one of my favorites. John Szarkowski, Director of Photography at New York’s Museum of Modern Art, called Winogrand “the central photographer of his generation.” “Hollywood and Vine” is part of the permanent collection at the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles. Find a larger version of the photograph here.

Why do I love this photo? For one thing, it’s packed with information — every inch seems to contain secrets waiting to be unlocked. The three women surrounded by beams of light seem mythological — the three graces strolling Hollywood Boulevard. The man in the wheel chair appears to wait for something — a cure, a friend, a few bucks, a blessing from the three graces? The woman in the hat waiting for the bus seems to have stood there since the beginning of time — the eternal waiter. The little boy on the bench stares through his round glasses at the man in the wheel chair, and the two of them become like ends of a scale, a balancing act — the boy looking to the future, while the man looks to the past. There is this and so much more — and it’s all reflected in the store windows.

You can borrow copies of Garry Winogrand’s books, including The Man in the Crowd, from libraries in most major cities. Do yourself a favor, check one out! I’d recommend Amazon, but most of Winogrand’s books are out of print and are selling for astronomical prices ($439.99!) — as noted here. One of the Amazon reviewers remarked: “It takes you forever to get through this book as you sit and look at each picture for a long, long time.” High praise indeed!



Poem by Tamara Madison

In dreams my roads fill
with clear sweet water
flowing gently; there is nothing
to carry, I can swim
beyond the flooded buildings,
through countryside covered
with this vast river
to anywhere I need to go
where warm cool water lifts,
surrounds me; it is silver,
it is gray, it has no color, it shines
like fish, is dark and soft
like sleep.  When I wake
the bell pricks like pins
and I want that water
to fill my veins and carry me
on that river back to sleep.

Note: “River” and two other poems by Tamara Madison will be featured in the upcoming Silver Birch Press release SILVER: An Anthology of Eclectic Poetry & Prose.

Photo: “The Tetons and the Snake River” (1942) by Ansel Adams


Andy Warhol created his now-famous portrait of Elizabeth Taylor in 1963, but it wasn’t until 14 years later that Liz received a copy. The courteous actress was quick to thank Warhol for the signed edition. When Taylor passed away in 2011 at age 79, The Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh installed at its entrance two of the many versions that Warhol created.


Silver Liz [Ferus Type], 1963
silkscreen ink, acrylic, and spray paint on linen
40 x 40 in. (101.6 x 101.6 cm.)
The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh; Founding Collection, Contribution The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, Inc. © The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, Inc.1998.1.55


I recently visited the website of Adam Jahiel, and enjoyed reviewing the breathtaking photos from his book The Last Cowboy.

During the past two decades, Jahiel shot the photographs as he spent months at a time living among the men who live on the range. In a recent Huffington Post article, Jahiel remarked, “It is a culture that has dwindled and almost disappeared through the years right in front of my camera.”

The Last Cowboy — 158 pages in hardcover or softcover — is available at



On August 31, 2012, look up into the sky and catch a glimpse of the last blue moon until July 2015! As lovers of lunar trivia know, a blue moon is the second full moon in the same calendar month. (The month’s other full moon occurred on August 2nd.)

Let’s celebrate by featuring a favorite tune about the moon. (Lyrics listed below — just sing along in your mind. I know you know this tune — first published in 1934.)


by Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart

Blue moon,
you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love on my own.

Blue moon,
you knew just what I was there for
you heard me saying a prayer for
somebody I realy could care for.

And then there suddenly appeared before me,
the only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper, “Please adore me.”
and when I looked,
the moon had turned to gold.

Blue moon,
now I’m no longer alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love of my own.

Photo: Marius G. Mihalache, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED