Rainbow of Colors


Art is where you find it. Sometimes what you find may not look like art until you open your mind and let your imagination out. Seeing and using your talents and mind isn’t always that easy. Sometimes you have to throw a little science in there too. And, luck. Luck always plays a big partContinue reading “Rainbow of Colors”

It’s All Light


Fall. This is supposed to what it looks like. Bright orange, yellow and red. Leaves on the ground. That’s autumn. That’s fall. A change of seasons between summer and winter. The air cools. It dries out. I’m not dripping wet from humidity. I feel like being out a lot more. That’s what this picture isContinue reading “It’s All Light”

In A Gentle Way


Saturday. The week ends quietly with a simple study of light and color. It’s something that somebody who claims to be a photographer should understand. Lately, on the socials, I’ve seen a lot of pictures that make me wonder. For every good photograph there seem to be three or four pictures that tell me thatContinue reading “In A Gentle Way”

Beyond The End


Light. It’s all light. That’s what makes or breaks a photograph. After all, the word photography is Greek for writing with light. No. It’s not all Greek to me. I actually know this word. Hurricane Delta passed us by for the most part. We did have some strong gusts of wind and a little rain.Continue reading “Beyond The End”

Summer Night Sticks To My Skin


After yesterday’s rant I calmed down. I brought my thoughts back to what really matters. Reflection and review brought me to a quiet place. We all need a quiet place. Especially now, when external forces are attacking us from everywhere. As Bob Dylan once wrote, “You won’t get out of here unscathed.” And, they won’t.Continue reading “Summer Night Sticks To My Skin”

The Blue Distance


between travels. I’ve traveled since I was a little boy. Maybe five or six years old. We took the Santa Fe El Capitain to Chicago and from there the Broadway Limited to New York City. We did that almost every other summer until I was 15 years old. Trains started changing. The Broadway Limited wasContinue reading “The Blue Distance”

Age of Miracles


You can’t trust me. Just when I start going in one direction, I turn south and head for another. Seriously, I’m mostly just opportunistic. My neighbor texted me and said, “you gotta hear this beautiful music.” So, I came out. She was right. The music was all gentle 1960s and 70s music, like something MarvinContinue reading “Age of Miracles”

On The Edge


Wonderful light. We don’t also have it, but when we do, you can see it coming before it arrives. During the winter months if you have a rain that stops falling before dusk this is almost always happens. Not so much in the summer, when the humidity lingers and turns the blue skies into aContinue reading “On The Edge”

Cotton Candy


What a day can change. Two days ago, the sky was muddy gray. There was rain in the air. It was, in a word, yucky. Then came yesterday. Wowzer! Beautiful cold air. The sky turned blue. The light was spectacular. It turned even better around dusk. Cotton candy. Cold. Like winter is supposed to be.Continue reading “Cotton Candy”

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