More Songs About Gear and Sand
Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark, at home with the ghosts in the national parks… What can I say? Spring is hard upon us and it’s time to hit the road again in earnest… Continue reading
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Back With An Artistic Vengence
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
The Outdoor Year
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
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
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