The Sound of the Word Artist

The Sound of the Word Artist

You’re not being presumptuous at all. I think of myself as an artist. But as you probably know there are those who consider you to be an artist and me a photographer. You create your works by hand and I use a technical device. Even when enlightened folks think photography is an art form, it none the less remains a…
Pretty, in a Deadly Kind of Way

Pretty, in a Deadly Kind of Way

Did any of that nasty smoke get out your way? NYC looked post-apocalyptic. But I have seen that before here. Happened about 3 summers in a row, one of them as nasty as what just happened there. I recall not only smelling the fires, but ash falling like snow. But as deadly as it was, it sure made for interesting…
Nothing More

Nothing More

I am constantly amazed by the iPhone’s ability to capture what I could never capture on film. But while the dynamic range is amazing, the image quality is lacking. But still, as a simple image, meant to illustrate a quiet moment, and nothing more, it is pretty good.
Snubbed

Snubbed

Attached is the historic “I almost missed this shot” from opening night of Benaroya Hall in September of 1998. Another funny story about this image. The Symphony put out a nice book about the process of building Benaroya. Lots of old photos, lot of new photos and this image was the center spread image. I didn’t know about the book…
And Yet I Ruminate

And Yet I Ruminate

I guess the gilding the lily thing kind gets me and plays into my psyche a bit. The feeling of being criticized for doing something well. And wondering why? It also touches on a lot of old issues about whether I was a fine artist or a commercial artist? I am both, but am I good at both or merely…
Barely Worn Shoes

Barely Worn Shoes

That’s interesting about her. I always knew she was quirky and carved her own path in life. But I always admired her for that. That she was able to do what she wanted to do in life and live life on her terms, even if it meant living modestly and as you say, off the grid. I hope whoever is…
Weary

Weary

Entering the cold dark days of winter. I feel tired a lot. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Long walks help. But there's a lot of waiting. Waiting. And more waiting. When asked how I am doing, it really hard to say exactly and the only word that comes to mind is weary.
Attempted Mustache

Attempted Mustache

Hey Sarah, Just thought of you. I have been slowly learning my new version of Photoshop, the old version dated to 2010. And what changes there are. I went looking for old photos to try some things out on and found this sweet image of Rhys from 7 years ago. My, my what a cutie. So sweet and innocent looking.…