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…
Just Another Body Part

Just Another Body Part

I suppose I have seen it all more or less. But then I have been in photography and the arts in general for about 50 years. I did my undergraduate work in graphic design and  my masters in photography and along the way studied a gazillion hours of art history. The big debate in the subject of the nude was always…
Warm and Fuzzy

Warm and Fuzzy

I think yes, that when I arrived in Seattle in 1984 I had already settled into a look as it were, a way of working. I loved black and white, shot a lot of infrared and in general was interested in the pictorial tradition or warm and fuzzy as I call it. And of course I was interested in the…
Particularly Magical

Particularly Magical

Hi,  Got your text and saw your FB post this morning. Neither are my preferred method of communication, so I write from here. I am glad you are finally reading Four Seasons in Rome. Charming little easy read. According to Amazon I bought  my first copy in September of 2007, right before I went to Rome for my first time.…
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.