How Cold the Branches Bear…
…the morning dark beyond the sill. A line from a poor no-name slob of an unfinished poem from a project that is still not much more than a vague set of ideas orbiting a… Continue reading
…the morning dark beyond the sill. A line from a poor no-name slob of an unfinished poem from a project that is still not much more than a vague set of ideas orbiting a… Continue reading
I love Portland with its bagpiping unicyclists, its well-dressed statuary, the farmer’s markets, its DIY, pagan, can’t spit without hitting a band member, love in every flavor culture. It is home and I am happy… Continue reading
At thirteen, I began to unwind myself from organized religion, not because I lacked belief in an unseen and unprovable world, but in part because the rituals and dogma of any one faith seemed too… Continue reading
This week I tackled an major overhaul here! You’ll notice sexier graphics on the home page and a cleaner and better organized look overall. Online versions of the complete Catch and Wish You Were Here series… Continue reading
It’s the time of year to check out some of the best of Portland’s contemporary photography scene… I will be taking part in Newspace Center for Photography‘s Member Salon and 11th Anniversary Reception on Friday… Continue reading
At some point, as an artist, how you see the world meets how you choose to show that vision to others and you come to the realization, “this is what I do”. It’s… Continue reading
There is an acronym I hear bantered about like a dirty word in photography circles- ARAT- Another Rock, Another Tree. It is roughly short for “Ansel Adams was so awesome that he pretty much… Continue reading
No rhyme or reason for images tonight; just mismatched images I’ve been working on over the past week. Some are titled, some not; some are abstract, some very literal (a metaphor for my… Continue reading
It’s 3:00a, I have a critique at 10:30a and I just haven’t been feeling terrifically inspired lately. I’ve been meaning to return to playing with flashlight lit shots that I first toyed with a… Continue reading