That specific kind of blue

This is my favorite piece of art, The Blue Room by Picasso.

For me, it captures that wonderful point in time each evening where the remains of the day are barely clinging to the the textures and shapes of our surroundings.  This is the moment in time that seems the most filled with . . . → Read More: That specific kind of blue

On accepting a challenge and opening doors.

I admire the Florida-based photographer called Christa Watson, she has a fantastic eye and her people pictures express a certain truth that has always seemed to elude me. Her recent blog post encourages photographers to kick out the crutch of editing by trying to capture a great scene with only the camera. It seemed . . . → Read More: On accepting a challenge and opening doors.

Road Trip – Dec 20 shortest day of the year.

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Sunday was a fantastic day for shooting.  The weather was beautiful and I was anxious to get some good shots.  I went shooting Friday, but it was one of those days where absolutely nothing was in sync.  No new locations, boring sky, and very little motivation meant a long . . . → Read More: Road Trip – Dec 20 shortest day of the year.

Weekend Wedding

This weekend I shot a beautiful wedding in the Colorado foothills. I’ve always enjoyed photographing weddings because happy people make for better photos.

Gear

Nikon D300 and Nikon D200.  Sigma 12-24mm, and Nikkor 18-70mm.  Twin Speedlight SB-800 flash units.  32″ Gold reflector.  Edited in Aperture 2 with Tiffen Filtering.

Contact me if you need . . . → Read More: Weekend Wedding

An examination of existence, from Roxborough State Park

There are some things that seem to bring a person closer to their essential being, closer to whatever it is that defines ‘you’. There are things that we experience that are so personal that there is simply no one on earth that could understand but you. Now that I look at it, that statement sounds a little more grandiose that I intended. I mean to say that there is something in each of us that connects to our souls in a way that cannot be described. It doesn’t matter whether it’s watching your favorite NASCAR driver succeed (whatever it is that is considered success), or being able to lay down a nasty blues riff, it is that connection is what makes a person an ‘individual’. . . . → Read More: An examination of existence, from Roxborough State Park