Keeping it real, keeping it close
Just another way Gen Fill is chipping away at reality.
A lick of frosting
Winter's last hurrah - freezing fog!
Foggy surprise
A foggy fall forest is reward enough, but I got a great bonus, too!
New year, new habits
Breaking the old, making some new - photography habits can be good and bad. Here's some thoughts.
Beyond Human Scale
One of the big reasons I wanted to go to Northern California is to experience the redwoods. Sure, I'd been in forests in Big Sur. Alfred Molera and Garapatta State Parks, but those groves, while precious, are small and made up of all new growth. I wanted the big forests and if I got lucky,... Continue Reading →
Fog is a photographer’s best friend
And we don't hang out enough. The other day I literally made myself go out in the morning before the fog burned off. I left it too late (of course...I'm so damn lazy) and didn't get as much as I wanted to, but it was a productive 90 minutes. Next time I'll move my ass... Continue Reading →
More from Ponemah Bog
Are you dead from the suspense yet? Sorry about that. Here is some more from my latest dawn trek to the bog. The wider views are all done with my regular 12-60mm lens, but I spent some time finding some landscape slices which was pretty rewarding. It's a fun way to see things that is... Continue Reading →
With Unpredictable Results
Fall is one of the most productive...well, if I can call it that, times for me as a photographer. There are so many things that catch my eye and the season is so volatile that there is a surprise almost every day. Here's a few of my favorite catches. Early in October things are still... Continue Reading →
The Best of 2010
This is a new thing for me, choosing my best photos of the year. I’ve done it with books I’ve read and albums I’ve bought, but not things I made myself. It can be hard to subjectively judge your own work, but I think it's a worthy exercise for anyone who wants to get better... Continue Reading →
The Beauty of Fog
So I finally got myself to the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge on Plum Island in Newbury, Mass. I've only lived an hour and ten away from it my whole life and not gone. No idea why other than laziness. At first I was a bit bummed that it wasn't sunny, but then I quickly... Continue Reading →
Fall in the White Mountains
Even though I'm still mourning my boy, I have been out shooting. Partly it takes my mind off him (which I stupidly feel guilt over), but mostly I'm glad I can. The health crisis I came though only had one stage of cure/recovery, but could have had two, the second of which would have totally... Continue Reading →
