from “The Littles.”
The Littles is a long-term on-going project. I make these little images mostly in and around my house,whenever the inspiration and the light strike. It’s certainly not fine art, and poses no threat to the legacies of Ansel or Garry, but it’s a lot of fun. Getting out and about on the street and in the forest is, at best, challenging, so I’m able to keep my photography mind busy doing this in the studio. Since I began posting these to Instagram, I’ve discovered a lot of other folks doing similar work. The Littles are everywhere!
If I can get my sh*t together, there might be a calendar of sorts available in time for Christmas. Stay tuned.
The Amen of nature is always a flower. – Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
I have a (weird?) photographic fascination with dead flowers and leaves. I find real beauty in the process of their decay and drying up. So when there are flowers in the house, I like to hang onto them until every last petal and pistil and stamen is gone. Even then, I’ve been known to make portraits of the stems. These flowers are not dead yet, but they’re on the way. They were part of a vase-full sent from my sister-in-law Shari for my birthday. I don’t know what they are called, but I love the graceful shape of them.
I am inspired by Alfred Stieglitz’s Equivalents. “Clouds were there for everyone—no tax as yet on them—free.”