In no particular order. A barista, a cat with a human, an aspiring groom, a medical student, a piercing artist, and a businessman, quiet and moody like Kafka. But above all, strangers; first and foremost, we’re strangers. That’s our primary role. We’re quick to forget it because we cling to titles, personas, and facades. Street portrait photography, at least as I try to practice…
Street portrait photography is an affair of the heart. Like all great passions, it’s incredibly addicting. Magic lurks just beneath the surface of things, waiting to happen. As you might expect, many interactions are briskly transactional. A yes is followed by a pose, a smile, a goodbye. But sometimes, an encounter—fleeting and intense—is revelatory. A few weeks ago, a subject cried because I reminded…
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been making street portraits of strangers in San Jose. I find a patch of light that shows promise. Then I wait. When a subject approaches the light, I introduce myself. My intro is magic. It works almost every time. I’ve learned a few things worth sharing. The public square is dominated by twenty- and thirtysomethings. When I…
Every good image has a subjective dimension. It’s not entirely subjective, of course, because some images are crap no matter what a person might think about it. This image isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. I totally get it. But I love this image something fierce. This kiddo, who has captured my heart, was running full tilt down the sidewalk when she face planted in…
In between client projects, I’m always chasing lightEspecially when it radiates from people, their faces, freckles, and eyes One of my heartbeats, my daughter Legend: Pilot, husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, pioneer, diplomat, author, and consummate neighbor in the Wasatch Mountains Portrait of an artist as a young woman My neighbor’s beard is WAY cooler than your neighbor’s beard Catchlight! Catchlight! Contact me for kids,…