Writer’s block sucks. Whatever the photographic equivalent of writer’s block is, sucks. I’ve been floating in the muddy, uninspired waters of various blocks for the past few months and have finally emerged with new work… Continue reading
I didn’t plan it, but 2015 was a year spent largely outdoors. I didn’t take other artistic projects forward much, but it was not time ill spent. Getting outside provided inspiration, material for the… Continue reading
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
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal… Continue reading
Resferber is a Swedish word that has no English equivalent. It means “the restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins; when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together”. Mom always said that… Continue reading
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
I’d never really thought about it before, but one could say I have a thing for wandering around in canyons. Like here… or here… For Bodhairim, I’m writing a piece about my experience in Rio… Continue reading
“But if I knew heartbreak was coming I would’ve set out running across the muddy river and the smog stacks on the bank swallow that horizon hunger beyond hunger ’til the cloudy blue… Continue reading
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
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
