November 9, 2011

Black & white photo of night snowstorm

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.


Yoko Ono




November 7, 2011

Close-up of a pink tulip


I love seeing the tulips in spring. They’re like a sneak preview of beautiful things to come.



November 5, 2011

Tall dead grasses in a winter snowstorm

And finally Winter, with its bitin’, whinin’ wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
 ~ Roy Bean


November 3, 2011

Photo of urban graffiti - E + Redd = Love on cinder block wall


People say graffiti is ugly, irresponsible and childish… but that’s only if it’s done properly.
~ Banksy

Philosophical musings

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t the person that always had a camera, although hopefully I’ve come a long way from those old Pocket Instamatic days. The equipment has definitely changed drastically, but the purpose remains the same. I want to take pictures that make you smile or laugh or cry. Pictures that make you say, “Oh, do you remember….?” Pictures that make you stop, maybe for just a moment, and take a closer look.

Many people (especially oh-so-serious photographers) are quick to dismiss a picture as ‘just a snapshot.’ Somehow, those pictures are simply not worthy of notice. They’re not artistic, or meaningful. They aren’t telling a story. I don’t quite subscribe to that philosophy – if nothing else, every picture tells a story to someone or about someone – although there are certainly good snapshots and bad ones.

But have you ever noticed something about the pictures people save? Look how many of them are technically just awful. Under exposed, over exposed. Out of focus. Heads cut off. What makes people save such terrible pictures?

Because they’re not saving art. They’re saving a moment in time.