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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.

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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.

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Two Lights Lobster Shack

Time was in my early days of trying on the label of Photographer when I struggled to keep my images as free from manipulation as possible. I believed that the image was determined in the camera, and that darkroom tricks were just tricks. I’ve gone back and forth many times between that attitude and the realization that photography at it’s core is all manipulation. I like to think I’ve finally gotten over myself.

This image comes from a brief moment when I had discovered some cheapo photo manipulation tools that I thought at the time were cool enhancements. I was foolish and did not save the original unmanipulated files. I’d like to able to go back and remaster some of my work.

As much as I’ve enjoyed digging into my archive of past photographic adventures, I itch and ache to get myself back out into the world to discover new adventures and new light to capture. Using disability as an excuse and justification for my hibernation wears thin. I’m working my way back out there, but it is an agonizingly slow process.