Reality > Perception

Reality is subject to our flawed perceptions. As true in Life as it is in Photography, you must realize that what you THINK is going on is not always the case. This is where experience comes in handy. Some people hear rifle shots behind them and duck and run for cover, others will walk toward those shots to investigate. If you are a combat photographer, your instincts combined with your perception of the overall situation can mean the difference between a photo on the front page... Read More

Listen not to vain word of empty tongue

The title of this blog came to me wrapped in hard cookie. A crack later and the fortune spilled into my hand like hot mercury. Such wisdom nowadays comes to me at the end of a meal from someone who probably barely speaks the language they are writing in. I used to have wisdom force-fed to me while kneeling on uncomfortable vinyl and licking the salty pew above me. My sisters took to it with expected ferocity and later on fell in a heap, hair splashed out and disappointment streaming... Read More

The uncertain glory of an April day

“O, how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day;Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,And by and by a cloud takes all away.” Spakespeare speaks here of control. Once Art became involved with money, like Life, it grossly spun out of control. As a white dove flies to the rafters of a church instead of out the windows as intended by the poetic planners of weddings, so will your photography be horribly reproduced against your will. Often... Read More

If only you could see what I've seen with your eyes

Roy Batty, the four year old man spoke these words to the man who designed his eyes. Mortality defines us. When my four years are up, I’d also like to offer up some things I’ve seen and heard. As a photographer, I’m a documentarian of the world in instant and less instant moments. While others wonder if they dream in black and white or at all, I dream in multimillion dollar budget technicolor vistavision blockbusters with guest directors lining up to elicit... Read More

To sleep perchance to dream

I was walking on a city street that looked like it had been frosted with gray ash. All of the businesses were closed, their windows unwashed. I was looking toward a crowd of people who were heading in the same direction past me, homeless refugees pushing shopping carts full of their belongings through the car-less streets. A man held clothes in a small black garbage bag near his face. Suddenly, he turned and walked straight toward me and screamed, “MOVE!” I snap awake.... Read More