As a keen observer of human behavior, I’ve also seen the uglier side of photography rear its ugly head on more than one occasion…

As a keen observer of human behavior, I’ve also seen the uglier side of photography rear its ugly head on more than one occasion…
When you’re first starting out, you always pray for sunny weather. It’s not until you’ve clocked in a few forest or waterfall shoots do you come to the conclusion that shooting during sunny conditions is less than ideal. As a matter of fact, it’s downright challenging…
For the kind and hard-working people of Piccadilly, it’s really more about celebrating the craft and paying tribute to the time-honored traditions that run deeply through their veins. They won’t make a ton of money doing what they do, but will be rewarded with the richness of experience and bond of family friendship that can only come from living the life of the traveling artist gypsy…
1974—Burtonsville, Maryland. If I close my eyes, it all comes rushing back…Johnny Cash playing from the cheap am radio resting on the shelf next to the Barbicide; the happy ring of the old-fashioned National cash register as it gladly accepted my Dad’s worn singles; the Dum Dum lollipop jar that marked my rite of passage at the end of the haircut when the barber was finished brushing the hair off my neck and unsnapping my smock…
Intuition, resonance, vision…the decisive moment. These are the goals the mindful photographer strives for in their unending and almost mythical quest to move beyond looking into seeing…
Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity. ~Henry Beston…
“For like the sage Owl who watches and patiently waits when hunting his prey, we too must learn how to quiet the voices in our heads. Only then, are we able to truly hear and feel the pulse of the magnificent landscape around us.”…
Hundred hands reaching
into the vast universe
of sand and lost time
Silence and beauty
Cold water transparency
Vision awakens
“For within the Haiku, we must compose, contain and feel–just as we do with our photographs.”…