Back after hiatus
Hi all ~
Well, a long and amazing summer and fall came to an end here in Oregon USA not too long ago. I traveled a lot this summer and focused heavily on photography. I’m still not shooting exactly the way I’d like to be but feel like I’ve accomplished a lot of learnings in the past few months! I didn’t spend any time at all processing; just taking images and storing for later consumption—...
Features and Winners
My once-monthly departure from modesty…a few updates to the features and contest wall of glory:
Featured by Dilapidated Buildings, and a group contest winner (!!!):
Vanquished Flock, Sherman County, Oregon
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More Features and a Contest Winner :)
It feels so odd to write something solely for the purpose of bluster, but here goes: A couple pieces of mine have been recently featured, and one won a contest:
Featured by Stillness Speaks:
Tending the Line II
Vanquished Flock, Sherman County, Oregon...
First Photo Series Posted to RB
A quick message for everyone - err, all five or so of you who have me on your watchlist :) - to check out the first series of photos I’ve posted to RB.
I’ve been making regular trips to eastern Oregon to work on a couple distinct series, each geared towards depicting life in this part of the world. The series Grain Elevator, Sherman County, Oregon documents a wooden grain elevator no lo…
Two Days, Two Featured Pieces
Ummm, rotational forces must be off kilter of something. Two days ago, my image Tending the Line II was featured by the Abstracts from Nature group and today, Vanquished Flock, Sherman County, Oregon...
04/02/08
A friend recently asked me to read a piece he’s submitting to a writing contest geared towards flyfishers, and I’ve since been thinking again about why I flyfish.
There are soft memories of fishing on the coast of Georgia, standing in the surf casting for bluefish, sea trout or more likely, mullet, my dad doing the same a few feet away, chest high in the warm green Atlantic, letting ourselve…
03/28/08
Slipping into my boat with the evening closing down upon me, and the river slipping along quietly, low cumulus scudding in a wind too high for me to feel. The air is chilled but quickly, I’m engrossed by the rhythm of paddling and the easy glide of my boat in the current.
A group of mergansers springs from the surface at my approach. Their sudden flight startles me, as my approach did them….