Posted on November 10, 2022
“My life is shaped by the urgent need to wander and observe, and my camera is my passport.” That’s national treasure Steve McCurry riffing on the desire to explore and notice the world. When I grow up, I want to be a travel and landscape photographer. Till then, I’ll hone my craft and dream of faraway places.
Category: Landscapes Tagged: grand canyon national park, Landscapes, photographer, photography, Travel, uintas, utah, wasatch mountains
Posted on December 4, 2019
Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Ōmisoka, or Kwanzaa, I come bearing gifts for the whole lot of you!
It’s the photographic equivalent of stocking stuffers, menorahs, and Amazakes.
Skim or go slowly. But whatever you do, enjoy the photos and the blessings of the holiday season.
Travel photography
Prophetic Blue
Jökulsárlón glacier lagoon in Iceland
Play-Dreaming
My daughter Paige found a place of her own in a birch grove in Iceland
Alpenglow
Half Dome at twilight, where I battled other heathen photographers for room to shoot
Fog
Sky Camp at Point Reyes National Seashore
Topped Myself
A reflection in the Upside Down, Gamla Stan, Stockholm, Sweden
Corporate photography
Family photography
Fine art portrait photography
When you take portraits of ballerinas for use in applications to ballet companies worldwide, implied nude photography is the name of the game.
Honorable mention in the fine art photography category goes to…
Yep, it’s a non sequitur. But it’s a warm and tasty one this holiday season.
Speaking of non sequiturs, I love you.
Category: Family, Headshots, Travel Tagged: bay-area-photographer, Family, Headshots, photographer, photography, Travel
Posted on September 24, 2019
Gavin stared at anglers with wonder.
Wanna learn to fish, I asked.
He nodded yes.
Alright, I said, we’ll go fishing then.
Utah.
Because go big or go home.
We planned.
We packed the car.
We left early one morning.
We stopped in Truckee for a snack.
Then Winnemucca for lunch.
By late afternoon, we made Elko.
Tired, thirsty.
We bellied up to a bar.
A Shirley Temple, no cherry, please.
Oh, and a Coors Light for me.
I got to drive still.
We relaxed and drank.
Three cowboys sized Gavin up.
One asked, Where you headed?
Utah, we’re going fishing, said Gavin.
Cowboy’s excitement bordered on ecstasy.
He jolted like a man on an untamed horse.
Fishing, you’re in luck, said Cowboy.
Go to Lamoille Canyon.
Not far from here, he added.
We were sold.
We finished our drinks.
We exchanged pleasantries.
Hit the road, made camp an hour later.
Then Gavin disappeared to explore the river.
I found him at just the right moment,
Crossing under shadows and a burst of light.
Splendid, magnificent, add your superlative of choice!
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Posted on September 16, 2019
Iceland, summer, 2019—I love churches, mainly as symbols of quiet and stillness. I’m intrigued by “religious” or “spiritual” values: charity, kindness, sacrifice, forgiveness, transcendence, and so on. I’m especially fascinated when religious values conflict with profane ones. Like efficiency, productivity, and the bottom line. I salivated when this alarm-red truck rocked the scene in Reykjavík.
Such a great juxtaposition! It reminds me of Thoreau who despises rampant commercialism.
“I think that there is nothing, not even crime, more opposed to poetry, to philosophy, ay, to life itself, than this incessant business.”
The next image is angelic and demonic all at once. It’s OK to gasp in terror before a church. After all, it’s stitched together from bits and pieces of cracked humanity.
But it’s also OK to be awed by its beauty and hopefulness…
…and its quest for simplicity and good manners.
Gavin and I had to earn this next church. We were at camp when I noticed the sun setting just so. Camera in hand, I walked west without a word. Gavin followed. We hustled up a steep hillside, then bowed before lupine. Graced by sun flare.
Sometimes when I compose a scene, it triggers a verbal experience. As this one did when I squared up to photograph it:
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r,
And all that beauty, all the wealth e’er gave,
Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
That’s Thomas Gray, by the way.
This last image also composed itself to a verbal tune, and from no less an authority than the Bible.
There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in flames of fire within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. —Exodus 3:2
Except in this case it’s grass and not a bush that burns and isn’t consumed. A fine pastoral scene, elemental, with basic physical realities—spears of grass, game trails, a sharp ridgeline, and a small red and white church, eeking out a living in the immensity of it all.
Thanks for visiting, hope you enjoyed!
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Category: Landscapes, Travel Tagged: cemetery, churches, cross, iceland, Landscapes, Reykjavik, Travel
Posted on September 10, 2019
Glaciers are mesmerizing.
All that gray, swirling ceaselessly,
Above in the clouds and below in the water.
Then suddenly—almost prophetically—a splash of blue.
Onlookers are drawn to prophetic blue.
A patch of yellow signals the arrival of someone else.
A comrade-photographer angling low for a shot.
Before long, the scene shifts.
The colors intensify as if by magic.
Bright and moody all at once.
Forlorn and revelatory.
Gavin walks to the water’s edge, irresistibly.
A California kid—hanging loose—misplaced in this vast glacial lagoon.
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Category: Landscapes, Travel Tagged: bay-area-photographer, glaciers, iceland, Landscapes, Travel
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