Monday, March 31, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
“Later, when she sees the photographs for the first time, she will be surprised at how calm her face looks - how steady her gaze, how erect her posture. In the picture her eyes will be slightly closed, and there will be a shadow on her neck. The shawl will be draped around her shoulders, and her hands will rest in her lap. In this deceptive photograph, she will look a young woman who is not at all disturbed or embarrassed, but instead appears to be rather serious.
She wonders if, in its ability to deceive, photography is not unlike the sea, which may offer a benign surface to the observer even as it conceals depths and currents below.”
― Anita Shreve, Fortune's Rocks
Friday, March 28, 2014
"All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey.
I've been for a walk
on a winter's day"
Heading out in the early morning hours the rain had just started in Southern California where I'd spent time with my family. It's difficult to put into words the excitement the beginnings of a great road trip presents. My mind dances around with images stored of rocky coastlines and ocean leading waterfalls and lush greenery. Coastal dunes and tide pools to explore, the crash of waves and the cry of sea birds.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Technicolor terrain of oxidizing minerals and metals.
Death Valley's abstracts have me captivated and mesmerized. Red, pink and yellow from iron salts. Decomposing tuff-derived mica greens and the manganese shades of blue and purple. A volcanic and volatile history have produced some of the most spectacular landscapes. I predict a life-time love affair in the making.
Friday, March 21, 2014
“Do you have any idea what it feels like to suddenly realize that the reason you’ve have been so lost your whole life is because a piece of you was missing and you never even knew it—only to find that missing piece and know that you can’t have it and so you will never, ever be whole?”
― Olivia Fuller, Something Wicked
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
"Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch."
— Hans Christian Andersen
— Hans Christian Andersen
By the waters edge I stood after the rain. I found a tranquil spot and let the heavy backpack slide off my back. I'd been hiking for awhile, now I suddenly felt light and unburdened. A slight chill of air lifts my hair and the smell of damp ponderosa pine and incense-cedar still lingers after the rain. I set up my tripod and secure my camera and I peer into the viewfinder.
Saturday, March 08, 2014
Sunday, March 02, 2014
I've often noted that on my longer road trips I'm prone to intense dream activity. I think many factors come into play. On the road, I'm usually free of any time restraints and obligations which could produce a more relaxed state. Up early for sunrise shots and shooting often straight through to sunset my level of exhaustion and physical activity is dramatically changed. By the time I finally lay my head down my body and mind are prime for some quality REM sleep. For whatever reason I'm prone to these events, they seem to arrive with life-altering lessons that often make the journey about much more than photography.