Category: Photography

I shot Billy Corgan for a benefit concert the other night. Though he was donating his time, he made a few comments to the crowd which reminded me that contempt for the audience is not always made up for by expert guitar picking. This reminded me of the axiom, “Remember…

When I lived down in Momence, IL, or “The Kank” as I like to refer to it (Kankakee Valley area about 90 minutes south of Chicago), I often came home to a dark Hill House-esque pink cottage which teased me with its Pepto crust and screwy center.  To say that I believed…

Today during a studio shoot, I had an interesting interchange with an older woman who volunteered to be a model for a set of ads we are putting together for the launch of a new wing to a hospital: SUBJECT: “I own my own ad agency, so I know all about…

Sometimes I can feel the neurons in my head recharging to execute a wrong decision once again.  And in that shiver of a moment, I sometimes see the long view of my life stretched out before me like bolts of drying linen across the stone floor of time.  Thoughts meander…

Would it bother you to know that you were created in a lab?  That your insides were not the result of slow evolutionary processes but of the genius machinations of a scientist?  Sometimes I wish I had a robotic hand like in Terminator 2, but then I look at my natural hand with…

Today I had a great photo shoot.  I was tasked with photographing a group of 7-year-olds who all have movement disorders.  When I asked for a definition of that, one of the supervisors said that they weren’t especially good at coordinating their left and right sides.  So, for example, one of the kids…

I don’t know about you, but I sometimes feel shortchanged by the instruction manual I received when I was born.  Oh wait, there isn’t an instruction manual for Life.  What the heck?!  There are instruction manuals for everything, even chopsticks.  The first time I saw those three Chinese pictures on…

The Von Trapp family was the Partridge Family of their day but without the annoying pastels and giant flowers randomly painted on walls.  A string of silver-throated talents from old to young, this family did more to further my love of singing than any other early influence.  I suspect I even subconsciously…

Ducks seem to have a lock on a lot of things in the human world. There’s the old saying, “Be calm on the surface and paddling like the dickens underneath,” duck analogy. Then there’s the, “If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck…,” analogy which is used…

I’m glad I’m not a writer, in the professional sense. Sure, I take photos, and sure, some people might think I’m putting myself out there with my “vision of the world”, but for me, my vision(s) of the world are literally snapshots in time, not labored over, heavily edited presentations…

I can look around at the little lives around me and see their purposes. The small black flies I kill in the bathroom are just trying to mate before they die. The spider I don’t want to kill is trying to catch those flies. Maybe the spider looks small and…