Posted on March 22, 2020
Must create something.
Anything, here’s a concept piece—
A photo essay on spring break in the time of COVID-19.
Posted on March 20, 2020
Isolation is upon us.
I’m keeping six feet away from my shadow.
Everyone’s asking pennies for everyone’s thoughts.
Although our mental atmosphere is cluttered, beauty can still be found:
An almost-face with two eye-ball clouds hovering over a scene.
Speaking of almost-faces, here’s an iconic one:
We’re all Castaways now.
I found that face at McClellan Ranch when I took my kids there.
I thought it high time to teach my kids crawdad fishing survival skills.
As always, nature spoke in parables:
We are—all of us—entangled.
My kids continued to fish in the Upside Down.
I looked for beauty in small places: periwinkle.
Then I looked for beauty in big places.
No matter where I looked, I saw something beautiful, even when it was dark and deep.
As we walked to the parking lot, I saw a simple scene: Back to basics.
POSTSCRIPT—although this next picture was taken on a different outing, it’s too good not to share. Not an almost-face, nor a found face, but the real deal. Yes.
Posted on February 29, 2020
I have a friend.
Her name is Colleen.
She shared a story with me.
The story goes something like this…
“A few years ago, a tulip bloomed in our backyard; the yard was otherwise covered by ivy. We didn’t plant the tulip; it was likely the work of an enterprising but forgetful squirrel. The best moments are always like this tulip: unexpected and perfect.”
Earlier this week, I had one of those special moments.
I was in San Francisco on a corporate shoot.
My client was unfashionably late.
I stood on Gold Street.
A picturesque alley in the Financial District.
There was no foot traffic.
I was alone.
Then it happened.
A stranger turned the corner.
She strode the lane toward me—
Looking the fashion equivalent of a tulip in bloom.
Finally, I blurted out in mock exasperation.
You’re here at last.
I’ve been waiting for you.
No, no, she said, politely waving her hand.
I’m not your model.
You’re not, I joked?
But she slowed,
Then stopped entire,
And glinted right on frame.
I snapped at 1/200 of a second.
And every time the shutter clicked, she gracefully shifted her pose.
What an unexpected and perfect gift! Thank you.
Posted on February 21, 2020
“A mask tells us more than a face,”
According to Oscar Wilde.
Well, yes and no.
A good mask is a face—
One with legible characters.
Just like this one.
Posted on January 30, 2020
As you descend HWY 84 on the coastal side of Skyline, you’ll pass a dive bar in LaHonda named Apple Jack’s. Don’t day dream, or you’ll zip right by it. Made from original redwood trees in the area, the structure resembles a brooding mushroom. If it’s an overcast rainy day and you’re alone, as I was, the place feels haunted. Perfect, I enjoy haunted places. I’m nostalgic for ghosts, for people who are elsewhere or simply dead, for artifacts that persist without purpose, and for ephemera that remind me of the beauty of life and the finality of death. Enjoy—or not.
HOWL: Nasal Turbinates, Deer Skull
CORDAGE: Once Line, Now Merely Rope
SCALES: Of Light and Dust
THURSTON HOWL II (Yes, you better get the joke)
Last week, I received the nicest compliment on Instagram. “I’m a big fan of your work,” she said. “Whether it’s landscape or portraiture, you have a beautiful gift for capturing the soul of whatever it is you photograph.”
Hopefully I captured the soul of Apple Jack’s.
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