Friday, February 27, 2009

Holga Bliss


One the most challenging aspects of photography is constantly staying inspired by your craft. I think anyone creative will tell you that it's a landscape full of peaks and valleys. One of the greatest inspirations for me lately is watching a huge number of young european photographers embracing old film techniques and cameras as if to reject or even update modern digital trends. This work has been so inspiring to me that lately I've been shooting, dare I say the dirty word "film" with a Holga Camera. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm obsessed with creating photography that can't be replicated- thank you Jackson Pollock. This is easy with a Holga Camera and to me puts an exclamation point behind all editorial photography. I have to say thanks to my friends Steve Beaudet for loaning me his modified Holga and to Mel who tolerates me like an annoying paparazzi...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Where I get my happy thoughts...


I know that getting up early is a result of getting older - but for us photographers there is a reason...

Saturday, February 7, 2009

2009 Creed


Saw this scenic world
Thought about you
Got a little concerned
Did you hear the bells of absolution
Did you own any atonement
Or did you just build a fire in a baptist rage

Please give if you can
If not for me
For the jubilee fund
Trust in me to distribute the karma coin
You have in the past

While you are waiting over there
Try not to rub out
All the enjoyment
Of that flower and all it's simplicity

That pesky round of kindness
Seems to stalk me like a lost drive by
But I've seen you drink doubt like it's happy hour
Did you notice I wasn't there

Not anymore - I'm making dinner
And wondering if you will join us
I don't even remember the name of that town
Nor do I care

I'm hoping you know what day it is
And Curious
Why aren't you here
And better yet can you forgive me...

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The great state of friendship in Alabama...


Recently I went and visited an old friend in Prattsville, Alabama. He took me to see the home of a man named William Carlton Rice. This gentleman spent many years prior to his death adorning his yard and home with art in honor of his faith. Everyone in town thought he was crazy I was told...