Inevitability
Maybe I am going crazy. I don’t think so, but it’s possible. I feel like the world is cartwheeling towards a new stage of evolution, an inexorable grind into something inevitable, slouching perhaps towards a new destiny, a new normal? Inevitable. Unavoidable. Necessary. Smart. Scientific. Safe. But is it? Can we really live our lives without risk?
When does a photograph become a painting?
My dad saw one of my recent photographs and told me how it brought to mind a particular favorite author, Zane Grey. He went on to say that the image reminded him of The Call of the Canyon, his most liked story. To have catalyzed such a memory, any memory, any emotion, is the desire of the photographic artist, at least it is for me and I thought I should explore further.
We Leave Before We Are Gone
I haven't written for awhile, even though I've been busy with photography. Actually, very busy, but something has been on my mind that I cannot really put into words, let alone photographs. Nevertheless, I will try to weave things together as I go… Winter came to Arizona in the form of a 100 year snow.