Untitled #13

June 29, 2009

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Untitled #12

June 28, 2009

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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? 😉

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June 14, 2009

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June 13, 2009

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Untitled #9

June 12, 2009

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June 2, 2009

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The Chaperones

November 23, 2008

The Chaperones

Early Blossoms

November 21, 2008

Saguaro Blossoms
Saguaro blossoms, late May, 2007, Casa Grande, Arizona.

Each season brings a different crop. Some years the blossoms are few and other years they are so thick you can’t believe it. This was an infrared shot and I love the glow. Let me send you a postcard print of this beauty and you won’t have to wait until the desert hits the triple digits to enjoy the beauty.

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.

Behold the Gravel Snake

August 27, 2008