How to Connect

1. See whom you wish to connect to. 2. Determine if a connection is warranted. 3. Find your opportunity for making a connection. 4. Connect. 5. Enjoy your connection. You’re welcome.

Abstract Photo Art

I’ve been playing with abstract art. Here’s a first attempt, which I call “Light over Granada” for no reason other than that’s where I started it. P.S. Every time I type “Granada” I actually type “Grandad” first.

Don’t Give Up.

This was an ordinary day, at an ordinary time, in an ordinary place. There once was a man, who needed to reach the sea. For years, he’d been tormented by the People. They bullied him in school; they never understood when he spoke, for he wasn’t from wherever it was he’d drifted to when he…

Influences: Garry Winogrand

Garry Winogrand (14 January 1928, New York City – 19 March 1984, Tijuana, Mexico) was considered by many to be the central photographer of his generation. A street photographer by nature, Winogrand rose to fame, eventually shooting some of the most famous people of his day. Winogrand’s upbringing wasn’t much different than a lot of…

Photographer’s Psalm

I lift my camera unto thee for thou to bless that I might see I take the shot; I shall not dread but shoot o’er Bill’s giant head I look to thee, as he records the majesty my kit affords And by your light I get the shot Hot damn! This gear is really hot!…

Hello from the Potomac River

Just a quick “hello” video from Maria and me at the C&O Canal on the Potomac River in Maryland, USA. This doesn’t approach the clarity from how it looks raw on my Mac, but it’ll give you an idea. Taken with my little Fujifilm X-20 in High Definition. Ta

Legacy

Sometimes, it’s not clear that anything you do matters. You live your life, do your thing, and hope for the best. At the end of the day, often it appears that no one will remember your little bits. But I remain hopeful. You see, in the end, we aren’t in control of what our destiny…

Love

Heat is the remnant of what has been A response of chemical signals It is merely radiant noise the mind tells when it hates silence. Light is the bringer of illusion, reflecting of what might be when what is has no gloss of its own. We’re given passionate songs and finger-spoken promises that light and…