Embracing Solitude
In October 2019, I was again privileged to partake of a workshop by Freeman Patterson and Andre Gallant in St Martins, New Brunswick, Canada. I wanted, no, I needed, to return and make sure I had not missed anything from the first go round last year.
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.
Filled Up (part 2): New Brunswick
About a month after my Iceland trip, we took a car trip through upstate NY and into Quebec Canada. I had been shooting fall foliage for the first week and I hate to admit I was growing bored with all the beautiful colors. So I was happy to drop my travelling companions (wife and friends) at the airport in Fredericton, NB and head off to a week-long workshop in St Martins.