On Your Shore


There is something that I’ve mentioned is the past. I’m repeating myself. Some of you replied that it didn’t matter because nature changes in subtle ways. Some of you were wrong. After I made this picture I happened to scroll through my Storyteller archive. Guess what? Not only did I find a a very similarContinue reading “On Your Shore”

Sunrise, Sunrise, I Can See It


Sometimes it’s all light and color with just a hint of subject matter. Sometimes it’s more. This picture straddles both, leaning to the previous. It’s sort of musical. That’s just as well. It’s been a musical sort of day. The musicians in my life have been playing sort of tag with me and I withContinue reading “Sunrise, Sunrise, I Can See It”

The Calling


Staying True. I’m having a conversation with some Photoshelter folks about the so-called Photographers Bill of Rights via a comment section. Most of it concerns photojournalism. That’s where my career started. That’s where my heart lies. I read the entire document. If I’m going to talk about it, I should read it. That’s only fair.Continue reading “The Calling”

The Thing Itself


Light. The thing itself. We chase it. That’s what we do. That’s what photographers do. Maybe everybody does it. We chase light. Photographers need it to make pictures. Artists use the interplay between light and dark to work. All of us needs light to live. Artificial light is fine, but sunlight is the real deal.Continue reading “The Thing Itself”

Memories


Memories. The Sandias near Albuquerque, New Mexico. This was one of the last pictures I made in the state before we returned to New Orleans. Originally, the picture was bright and bold. I thought that I would rework it into something a little different. I wanted to feel like I was gazing at a dream.Continue reading “Memories”

In the Shadows


Deep. Dark. Mysterious. That’s what I saw. That’s what I felt.  Luckily, I was able to make a picture that has feeling rather than just the usual documentation of a thing or place. Let me tell you, that doesn’t happen very often. It was kind of a fluke. Kind of photographer’s luck. Kind of whatContinue reading “In the Shadows”

Seeing Red


Seeing red. Usually that means being very angry. Not this time. I just happened to see a lot of red on a morning walk. The light was lower in the sky so it illuminated things that might not be so easily seen. It was a kind of photographer’s luck. I made other pictures on theContinue reading “Seeing Red”

A Little Too Much


I changed my mind. I wrote a fairly long post about me. I think I went a lot further than I intended. So, here I am writing something entirely different. It’s about teaching and letting go. Many of my posts are purely about photography. My intent is to teach even if I don’t expressly sayContinue reading “A Little Too Much”

On This Day


Today. Today is a sacred day. On a bright fall morning in 2001 our world changed. Terrorists crashed two airliners into the Twin Towers in the city of my birth, New York. They crashed a third plane into the Pentagon, the hub of our military in Washington D.C. They tried to steer a fourth planeContinue reading “On This Day”

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