Last month, my friends at Against the Grain came up with a fantastic idea - a 365 project, shot on film, that wouldn't show any developed shots for an entire year.Read More
A couple of months ago, one of my long-time friends contacted me asking about my plans in early June. It turns out that another long-time friend was moving from San Diego all the way to North Carolina, and an entire group of my close friends were going to caravan his two cars across the country on an epic road trip.Read More
Observant readers of this blog post will quickly point out that Jack Kerouac died in 1969. Fair point, but in my recent travels I did come across Jack Kerouac Alley and, curiously enough, a poet for hire. I watched a few people pass by him, and just before he was about to get up to take a break over a cold beer in the bar next door, my curiosity made me wander over.Read More
A short time ago, I made a switch to this website - not just in the look and design of it, but also to the content. As I’ve progressed further into this journey called photography, I’m slowly starting to see the types of photographs in my personal library that catch my interest more than others.
To that end, you may have noticed (or not) that there is no longer a section on the site dedicated to Wildlife. This doesn’t necessarily mean that I’ve stopped shooting wildlife altogether, it just means that I’m whittling down what I choose to “exhibit” (if you will) what I find to be more interesting and more attainable on a daily basis. In short, street photography and travel photography is what I’ve noticed I focus more on. Perhaps it’s the fact that urban environments and street situations are easier for me to come by, thus making street photography an easier pursuit. Or perhaps it’s that I connect more with photographs of people in them.
Either way, I simply noticed that the situations that would allow me to build up a library of wildlife images were few and far between. I don’t take safari trips, and I don’t visit isolated areas with telephoto lenses and camp out under the stars (although it sounds pretty nice). I truly think wildlife photography is amazing and if I find myself in a situation to capture it I’ll definitely bring the X-T2 out to play, but it’s easy for me to see that most of my time is spent in and around cities. In order to continue working towards a personal style, I think it’s important sometimes to hone in on what appeals to you the most in your creative outlets.
In truth, the only wildlife that I’ve seen recently have been humans going about their daily lives and engaging in animal behavior that is wild enough as it is. So for now, the Wildlife section may be gone, but I’ll still probably post a few images from time to time if I find myself in the right place at the right time to capture them.
In the meantime, here’s a few of my old favorites to end with...
The title of this post is a little misleading, because it may have actually been even closer to only 36 hours in New York City. A few weeks ago I made the quick weekend trip to meet up with some amazing photographers for NYCWLK 2.0, which has become an annual gathering courtesy of the founder: Johnny Patience.
I got into La Guardia in the early afternoon of Saturday, September 10th, and only had a few minutes to clean up at my hotel in Brooklyn before heading out to meet up with the rest of the group. The nice thing about this event was that I finally had the chance to meet so many photographers who I had only known through Twitter. It was great getting to put a face to the Twitter handle and I just loved that there were no egos in the entire group. It was truly a meeting of photographers at various skill levels swapping stories and sharing experiences in a relaxed, fun environment. That's definitely the way all walks should begin, in my opinion.
NYCWLK officially took us on a two hour tour through some of Brooklyn and I was so inspired to finally be shooting at these locations. It was a very warm day and there were a lot of people enjoying the sunshine - I often times found myself looking out across the river and closing my eyes to let the breeze and the sounds from the surrounding piers take over my senses. This walk was a fantastic way to start my first trip back to New York since I was a very small child. I just loved shooting there!
On Sunday, September 11 I found myself heading into Manhattan on the (somewhat confusing) NYC subway. It was only a five minute ride in, and despite being advised to avoid Manhattan because of the crowds on that particular day, I just had to see it for myself.
Immediately upon exiting the subway a couple carrying groceries and yelling at each other in what sounded like Russian shot past me. I stood back and let the rest of the crowd stream past me as I got my bearings. There was so much activity near the World Trade Center and so much security to protect the families at the memorial service.
The streaming crowds of people never seemed to subside. I loved it. And I loved the light. Avoid the crowds? Are you kidding? I jumped in and joined them!
One of the highlights from this particular six hour excursion into Manhattan is that on this particular day, September 11, the skylight in the Oculus is opened to let the sun stream in. The skylight is closed every other day of the year. I made sure to stand in the spot where the sun was shining in before I left. I also had some great conversations with a few NYC police officers who were working security for the memorial service, and also ran into a few people who were obviously dressed to the nines for the start of Fashion Week in NYC.
I did end up visiting the 9/11 Memorial myself later in the afternoon before I left, but I'll save those images for a special blog post later on. It was moving, and emotional, and overwhelming all at once. Those images will get their own separate presentation on this site soon.
It was a quick trip, but I made a lot of new friends and saw a lot of amazing sights. I can't wait to go back to NYC, and I'll definitely be there for NYCWLK 3.0!
The strangest thing about photography, and images in general, is that the absence of color can actually make an image much more vivid. A monochrome image can actually serve to make a photograph’s mood and tone shout out in ways that color would have somehow subdued.Read More
When you come back from photographing a place like Rome, you’re going to have a lot of images to sort through. It’s inevitable. When the weather smiles on you and the city is full of life and noise, your shutter will go into overdrive.Read More
In the heart of modern Rome lies an architectural graveyard dedicated to the power and ingenuity of its ancient ancestors. To walk the same streets, sit on the same steps and touch the same walls as the people of ancient Rome is a surreal experience.Read More
Positano will forever stay with me. Random memories creep into my thoughts and flash before my eyes at all times of the day and night, like mental postcards that instantly take me back to a time and place that I will always remember...Read More
This place is like nothing I’ve ever seen before - a vertical city situated precariously on a steep mountainside. A wild mixture of colorful houses, bed & breakfasts and hotels have somehow planted themselves in cliffside positions to secure the best views. Tourism has replaced fishing as the main source of income. This is Positano.Read More
Herculaneum was a second home for the rich, a resort of sorts. Lead pipes took water directly into massive villas (if only they knew what we know now), and residents frequented luxurious bath houses that featured ingenious ways of recycling water and keeping the separate rooms varying degrees of hot and cold at the same time.Read More
The year is 79AD. Mount Vesuvius has been spewing ash and rock into the air for over 12 hours under an ominously darkened sky. You didn’t even know it was a volcano until the moment it erupted. Since then, you and your family have been huddling in the boat houses near your home in Herculaneum, praying for rescue. You attempt to comfort your children, but your own trembling hands betray your projected confidence.Read More
It’s amazing how true friendships can stand the test of time and distance. My wife Amanda has known Marita and Carlos for decades ever since she was very young and living in Spain, and we were fortunate enough to stay with them and see the amazing sights and restaurants in the area from a locals point of view on our visit.Read More
We’re on our way to Assisi, one of the most visited destinations in Umbria. Located on the slope of Mount Subasio, Assisi is known mostly for being the home of Saint Francis and Saint Catherine of Siena, both patron saints of Italy. As with other nearby cities, Assisi has a tumultuous past filled with war, expansion, plagues, pilgrimages and rebirth. Early rain gives way to fog that eventually lifts to reveal sunshine and blue skies. From the Basilica walls, we can now see far into Perugia below.Read More
We watch Florence drift away through the dirt streaked windows of the Regionale 3153 train en route to Foligno. Blue station signs proudly announce the names of their towns in large white letters as we pass through stop after stop. We pass Porcellino, skirt around the beautiful Lake Trasamino and two and a half hours later, we arrive in Foligno.Read More
A rainy first day gives way to sun the next morning. Lost in the side streets. Small alleys and narrow roads. We approach the Duomo and I stop in my tracks - the scale is unreal. How did anyone build this gigantic marvel? Further on now, trapped in a sea of tourists on a small road that suddenly opens up to a huge plaza - the Piazza della Signoria. Once again the scale leaves me speechless.Read More
These are the heroes of Florence. Giants and Gods alike. These are their frozen faces in battle, in triumph, in love and at peace. We stare up and marvel at them just as people have done for centuries, and the same frozen faces stare back.Read More
After twelve hours of travel by car and plane, I now find myself on a Freciarossa high speed train tearing its way through the Tuscan countryside at 300km per hour. The Leonardo da Vinci–Fiumicino airport in Rome is now a distant memory. My airplane window view of puffy clouds has been replaced with a train window view of lush green hills and beautiful Tuscan villages. I try my best to counteract the impending jet lag by pulling out my camera.Read More
Before he found himself in the co-pilot seat as a 2nd Lieutenant in the Army Air Force during World War II, Frank Bell was a young ROTC student at the University of Florida in the early 1940’s. When he was called to service after completing flight training, he found himself assigned to the 467th Bombardment Group. After satisfying the necessary amount of successful missions in the European theater he thought he might be headed to the Pacific theater to fly there, but instead found himself returning home and going to work for Pan Am Airlines after the war ended. Frank worked for Pan Am for decades before retiring in the 1990’s and enjoying a quieter life in Florida, where he still likes to cut out the comics from the newspaper and send them to his granddaughter Amanda - my wife.Read More