documentary photography

sketch of life, 4 (the meadow)

Most mornings, for hours, now, I spend running or walking our new dog. No headphones. Clean air. Purity of moments. I suppose 2015 goals should be coming along in my head....have a few for life, training, creativity, and work. For now, each day, I look forward to finding this light and hearing the wind, as it always has an answer for something.


Morning run in the winter light: the landscape became a black and white version of itself. As a devotee of studying and admiring documentary photography greats--Frank, Friendlander, Mark, Winogrand, Brandt, Bresson, Sander, Salgado, Evans, White--it's a rarity now when the color drains from the world and I get to see again in light/dark tones...I forget to "look" like this as I did so many years ago, when I shot film. It's an Instagram world now...can't stop progress, but I can get nostalgic about film days when I run and see light like this....

"where the pavement ends" and other biz

Just a quick note of gratitude: thank you to the fine editors at Cerise Press for featuring my photo essay "Where Pavement Ends" in its Spring 2013 issue. You can find it here. They used my work as a cover shot as well. It's an international art journal based in France and the U.S.

I continue my interest in rural life and culture working on a documentary project, "The B Roads," as I have it titled now. Here's a sneak peak...this is my opening shot at the moment.

The photo editing is going slow as life/work interferes. At some point long stretches of mind semblance for continuity and aesthetic streaming will come...or whatever the hell I'm trying to say. I mean, life is busy and I get small stretches of time to work on it. Though, it does excite me. Time enters that void and I disappear....I hope you all find an activity where time washes away and you stop "thinking" about conscious thinking. For example, Mr. Guy is in his studio making furniture so I know that is where some men gather steam to live creatively.

Thanks for reading once again and for your support. Go do something nice for yourself: think simple. Off to pop a cold one from the frig. And sleep on good smelling clean's the simple stuff, ya.