Apocalypse Now

Two days ago—3:00-4:00 PMBack roads through Woodside, Portola Valley, and Los Altos HillsOrdinary things look uncanny in lurid light:Tricycles, trees, kiosks, headlights, chains, fences, signsEven a church is ghoulish in wicked lightMy favorite is the No Parking signThat, or the fence with chainYours? Contact me for kids, teens, couples, family, and corporate photography in the BayContinue reading “Apocalypse Now”

Quarantining

Isolation is upon us. I’m keeping six feet away from my shadow. Everyone’s asking pennies for everyone’s thoughts. Although our mental atmosphere is cluttered, beauty can still be found: An almost-face with two eye-ball clouds hovering over a scene. Speaking of almost-faces, here’s an iconic one: We’re all Castaways now. “Wilson!” I found that faceContinue reading “Quarantining”

Howl

As you descend HWY 84 on the coastal side of Skyline, you’ll pass a dive bar in LaHonda named Apple Jack’s. Don’t day dream, or you’ll zip right by it. Made from original redwood trees in the area, the structure resembles a brooding mushroom. If it’s an overcast rainy day and you’re alone, as IContinue reading “Howl”

Yosemite Calls

I first saw Yosemite in my early thirties. I arrived late at night with a boisterous crew. We made camp under large trees. They blocked the light from the moon and the stars. Darkness was complete. I saw nothing. I knew nothing beyond my meager cone of light. Then I slept. When I woke, IContinue reading “Yosemite Calls”

Light In August

Last August, my buddies and I backpacked at Point Reyes. We walked and talked and sipped tequila and bourbon in the evening. On this particular outing, I paid close attention to light and its patterns on grass, trails, webs, and the forest floor. That last image above is my favorite from the set. Hope youContinue reading “Light In August”