A spooky coincidence and discovery on a dirt road.
The latest set of photos in the Lily of the Valley life cycle study. The bloom is off the rose so to speak.
I love daffodils and flowers in general, but come spring every northerner with a lens and a sensor is out photographing them. Most of the shots are the same over and over again. I'm guilty of it just as much, but this time out I decided to try something different. The rain had just barely... Continue Reading →
I am a walker. I mean that in the sense that I'm not a runner. I go out and tear up several miles at a time. I average a 14-minute mile. It is not a stroll. What the hell does this have to do with photography? Well one of my normal walking routes takes me... Continue Reading →