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
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The View From Ophelia
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
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
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
More Songs About Fire and Canyons
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
Running Away From Home
“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
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
In Betweening
A crazy old man told me today, “I’m too blessed to be distressed”. Seriously cheesy? You bet. But I suppose I’m in the same place. Life is a messy thing. I am juggling unkempt bills,… Continue reading