Untitled #13

June 29, 2009

Untitled #13


Untitled #12

June 28, 2009

Untitled #12

Another in my Portraits of a Forest Series.

It’s interesting how I see this shot. Normally an off-kilter horizon drives me nutz. But in this shot I find the contrast of the left side of the frame, where everything is “proper,” and the right, where everything is all running off into the ditch, to be really compelling, somehow. As if there’s some dynamic conflict attempting resolution or something like that. At any rate, it draws my eyes around in the image, and that is good. The world needs more stress, right? 😉

High Desert Sunset

May 9, 2009

High Desert Sunset

Bear Mountain

April 29, 2009

Bear MountainYucca and prickly pear at 5,700 feet in elevation on the trail to Bear Mountain in the background.

High Desert

April 28, 2009

High DesertOff of the Bear Mountain Trail near Sedona, shot in near infrared with my trusty Minolta Dimage 7.  Man am I sorry Minolta cashed out of the camera business – they made good stuff.

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You Meet the Nicest People…

November 15, 2008

1969 Honda CB350

Walking around behind the hostel in Flagstaff with my infrared camera one afternoon, I spied this vintage Honda veritably screaming at me. Drawn like a moth to a flame I circled ’round it, trying to ascertain if it was a mirage or had some tangible substance to it. I called my friend Gary over, who was waiting patiently out by the street, wanting to continue the walk about the city we had started. He did a double back flip and proceeded to tell me that he had driven a bike just like this from Arkansas to some Central American city or other in the early 70s.

About then the owner of the bike came around the fence, helmet in hand and we got the details. It seems this bike has been in storage for years. Real years. It only has a few thousand original miles on it, so he didn’t have to do a lot of work to get it running again: rebuild the carbs, new tires, a piece of Naugahyde to cover the cracked old seat. He got on it, kick started it (KICK started???, yep! Remember them?) and toodled off to his destination, the sounds of 1969 echoing in Gary’s and my ears.