Still attached to a day job. It pays the bills and has been a great asset in life.
When that is not occurring, I make photographic art in many forms....without adherence to any philosophical tyranny. Love to paint, mixed media 2D pieces at my leisure. Still working on some pieces that have evolved over a period of years. Art for me is not on the clock (mostly).
Sites that do not show up with GRAVATAR for some reason:
Cover photograph: “Single Black Bird at Dusk” January 2021
As I peruse my photographs made in 2021, I am currently at 82 folders (for creative photography only). Each folder represents an outing with resultant works. Some are full, others not so much. This year was a year to dive into bird portraiture, which is rewarding, sometimes very boring, and never easy. “The Truth of the Matter” is that birds in the wild don’t like humans. Couple that with restrictive access and finding opportunity can be challenging. (Not to mention attaining focus on a moving target)
The Truth of the Matter – Birds are wary of us. Clean portraits are nice, but birds prefer to hide in bushes and trees behind cover.
There is always more to learn with this craft. It forces the artist to push past the “mistakes”. A camera is a powerful tool. It can turn down the light of the sun, blur realities and simply make the user “get up and go make something lovely.” That is power.
Fall descends in a gust Winds narrating The passage of ageless sparks
Wind created by wings Many, becoming one True to their calling
In the fall/winter, I am a one-trick-pony. Obsessed with murmurations and their relationship with the ending of day. They dance with the moon and get drunk with the reds of the eventide. It has been ten seasons that I have sought them out. They no longer number in the 100’s or 1000’s as that first year, but the call is still irresistible. Multiple exposures on a single frame. (Nikon Z6) – Selective blur added
A knock at the door It’s a cool night come calling Rustling of leaves Signals remembrance Now at day’s early slumber Perhaps I can again visit those murmurations Most enchanting.
The newly planted winter garden promises growth that has become impossible in the summer heat. Lettuces and such love this cooler weather. Once again I will traverse to the lake where my little blackbirds swing and sway to the light of the moon. It has been a long two weeks in our home. The virus which shall not be named visited us. It has left, but its mark remains on some of us (no taste, tired) . I was fortunate with minimal symptoms. Tomorrow I’m back to work. Multiple exposures from 2018