Isn't it funny how time gets away from us when we're in the zone? Most of the time it's when you think you've been crouched down photographing for just a few minutes, but really it's been an hour and your companions have deserted you in search of warmth, shelter or just something more interesting than... Continue Reading →
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 →
Here's a picture of a turkey - well, two turkeys actually. I took this in 2006 in Montana. Probably was the OM-3 and the 65-200 zoom. I can't remember if it's slide or print film though. Anyway, I hope you all have a good day whether you're celebrating or not.
I can never resist an abandoned building. This house is in the next town over and on a road I hardly ever take, so when I did and saw it I knew I'd have to go back and shoot it. When I did I had an intense feeling of loss and sorrow. Judging by the... Continue Reading →
Suffering for my art. Snagged a branch off a wonderfully photogenic, but wickedly invasive, bittersweet plant. They're everywhere now, like purple loosetrife, choking the life out of native plants. Anyway, I haven't been shooting macro much so decided to bring out the big guns for these - the OM 90mm f2 and the OM 35mm... Continue Reading →
When the industrial revolution came to New England it came in the form of mills. Water-powered turbines sprang up on every river big enough to drive one and even on what now appear to be placid little brooks. I've always loved the architecture of large mill buildings. Having basically grown up in New England's largest... Continue Reading →
The other day I met up with a couple of local photographer friends in quest of a foliage sunrise. Unfortunately it didn't work out. The sky was too densely overcast and the light dull. Bummer. But I didn't drive long to get there and the meet up gave me a new location to shoot in... Continue Reading →
On the way home from an appointment I took a rather long detour which brought me by the Hopkinton-Everett Dam. It was built in the early 60s as part of a flood control measure. In 1938 there was a powerful hurricane that caused immense damage and destruction. The Piscataquog, like other rivers, overflowed its banks... Continue Reading →
Son of Massive Dynamic. Told ya I'd go back. Yesterday afternoon was a pretty good day to be out. Better than today which is overcast and blah. Anyway, I didn't take these two shots deliberately to match. They're like bookends and I only noticed it when I got to processing them. I mean, it's not... Continue Reading →
Props to the writers of Fringe for the great company name. I'm surprised it is still available for TV to use and I couldn't resist borrowing it for this series of photos. I think it encapsulates the industrial authority of the bridge and the persistent ecology that it spans. That being the Merrimack river. A... Continue Reading →
This idea has been rolling around in my head for some time. Months maybe, certainly weeks. I like the idea of it even though my back does not. Have you heard the term before? I think I must have picked it up somewhere since I'm not the type to go around coining phrases. It has... Continue Reading →
While the season is by no means over, the peak color is draining rapidly. A storm came through yesterday that probably knocked a lot of leaves off the trees and so I was even more glad to have gotten out in the days before. Because of my health issue, my fall season was in jeopardy... Continue Reading →
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 →
Part 10 of the lifecycle of the Lily of the Valley study - berries go from luscious and ripe to fallen and decaying.
Fruit ripens and an unexpected visitor drops by.
A weekend drive in Vermont in high summer.
Evil salad ingredients in the backyard.
My visit to the historic Saratoga Battlefield - an important battle in the American Revolutionary War.
A tiny gem of a cemetery in upstate New York
Sidelined by life here are some cats I've known and loved.
The long walk through Seattle.
Hey - these guys make fruit!
Back to California we go. This time Big Sur. I've been through Big Sur before on the famous US1 highway that hugs the Pacific coastline. We even stayed at the impossibly posh Post Ranch Inn a few years ago and got to take one of the hotel Lexus convertibles out. Very cool. But it was... Continue Reading →
Please don't let it be the agony of defeat.
