“Always seeing something, never seeing nothing, being photographer.” ― Walter De Mulder Self portrait as reflected in a foggy window.
“...the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.” ― Orhan Pamuk, Snow An icy cold front moved into Denver today, bringing with it the tiniest crystal snowflakes you can imagine. The flakes were so soft and light that the slightest puff of breath would send them scattering about. These aren't snowman-making snowflakes for sure. But they are the makings... Continue Reading →
“Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.” This Project 365 photo is courtesy of an engagement session I did today as part of my professional photography work. To see more from this session, please visit today's post on my Studio B Photography blog.
“The theater is one of the few places left in the bright and noisy world where we sit in the quiet dark together, to be awake.” ― Sarah Ruhl
Creativity is a lot like looking at the world through a kaleidoscope. You look at a set of elements, the same ones everyone else sees, but then reassemble those floating bits and pieces into an enticing new possibility. - Rosabeth Moss Kanter
“What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.” – John Berger Simply playing around with a slow shutter speed tonight. Subject: A tree in my backyard that is still lit up for the holidays. Technical Specs: Nikon D810 / 2.0 sec / f14 / ISO 64.... Continue Reading →
“When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow... Continue Reading →
"Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today." - Dr. Seuss Nope. Nothing moves today. Including me. Thank you, low back sprain. 😦
The light in winter is most varied; there are days when it's clear and bright, carving the earth into light and shadow like a razor. Yet, at times, the light can be soft and quiet as a whisper, with color of the most intense chromatic variations anyone could ever need. - Peter Fiore Ah... Continue Reading →
What a severe yet master artist old Winter is.... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel. ~John Burroughs, "The Snow-Walkers"
PLEASE DO NOT ANNOY, TORMENT, PESTER, PLAGUE, MOLEST, WORRY, BADGER, HARRY, HARASS, HECKLE, PERSECUTE, IRK, BULLYRAG, VEX, DISQUIET, GRATE, BESET, BOTHER, TEASE, NETTLE, TANTALIZE, OR RUFFLE THE GROOMERS.
“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road The holidays are over. I know that... Continue Reading →