

Just putzed around the woods this weekend, as one does. Got some exercise, and a few new photos. 🙂
The newest article, featuring photographer Beth Young, is live on Light & Landscape. We chatted about setting goals for your photography, and how life impacts your ability to keep those goals. I found her outlook refreshing, and oh so inspiring! Give it a read and let me know what you think.
I have the feeling that most photographers will be able to relate to this: I’ve shot this location dozens of times, and never walked away with a photo I liked until now. The frustration and subsequent feeling of triumph IS REAL.
Two of the biggest skills a landscape photographer needs is patience and perseverance. In the end, they’ll pay off.
Light & Landscape put together a blue hour assignment and honestly, I needed the motivation to get off my couch. Winter is for hibernating, and dragging myself away from the blankets into the February cold was no easy task.
Thankfully, I managed it. This color lingered for an hour and a half after sunset. I’m not entirely sure I like the composition, but I really, really loved sitting there under the stars, enjoying the quiet.
I’m not sure I’ll ever do anything with this shot, but name suggestions are welcome.
In celebration of all things green and Irish-ish today, I’m sharing pictures of…dead and dying trees…?
Autumn in the northeast (USA) can be quite pretty. All of these were taken on a trip to Pennsylvania last year. I went for a funeral – never an easy thing to do – and found solace in nature behind the camera. I posted these on my Instagram, but for some reason (that reason being I frequently forget to update my website) never posted them here. MARKETING SCHMARKETING.
Anyway, HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!
You remind me of the babe
(What babe?)
The babe with the power
(What power?)
The power of voodoo
(Hoodoo?)
You do.
(Do what?)
Remind me of the babe.
It’s tough to see what’s happening in the world right now. I feel like I don’t have the words to express how sad I feel when I see refugees fleeing their homes and families torn apart…and for what? Ego? Resources? Different beliefs? My feelings on this aren’t unique to Ukraine and Russia. The first time I saw images from Syria, my heart broke. Watching people fighting and dying over religion and old wounds around the world makes me cry.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a solution to this. So here’s a moment of peace I found in the desert. I’m sharing because maybe some of you need a little respite, too.