The Texture of Waves
It’s been a busy summer, albeit more adventure-wise than in the way of image making. Now that a chill has returned to the air, I’m back to work and cooking new images, in part made… Continue reading
Category Archive: abstract
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Bodhairim and the Lurking Evil
The subconscious is a odd thing. Once I produced a group of what I thought were random images of Portland on assignment for an artists’ group that I belong to. When I put… Continue reading
No Bubbles, Just Swash
A friend of mine once complained that hiking with me was no fun because I could spend hours photographing river mud and wood grain. He felt it was less like a hike enjoying the… Continue reading
Bodhairim
The Unnamed Unicorn Project finally has a name. Bodhairim, the Gaelic word for “I deafen” is where I landed when doing a little etymological digging for something that could encompass what I was… Continue reading
Moth Feather Leaf
A few years back, I got certified in forensic crime scene photography, which involves taking pictures of some very unpleasant aspects of modern life; blood splatter, post mortems; the ends of violence and other things most… Continue reading
Unnamed Unicorn Project
Now that I’ve cleared the decks of last year’s projects, I’m ready to get started on the next big thing. I don’t have a name for it yet, so for the moment, it’s… Continue reading
The Other Side of Clouds
“You’re sailing softly through the sun, in a broken stone age dawn, You fly so high, I get a strange magic…” -Strange Magic, ELO I was recently given a rare and fortunate treat.… Continue reading
Gull
Gull is the last of four small abstract studies following Murderess, Hoar, and Bugbear and a wrap up to a few stray ideas before starting the next big thing (or an excellent method of procrastinating on starting… Continue reading
Bubble and Swash
When I was very young, I was hooked on Golden Guides, a series of field guides for children. Between my Golden Guides (and Girl Scouts and some kick ass school nature programs) I… Continue reading
Woolgathering
I cannot recall when I felt like this, It’s been a long old time, if I ever did So if I act strange, I’m hoping you’ll forgive, I’ve got your light in my… Continue reading