Divided We Stand

The 'Continental Divide', it's the 'line' where the water drains into different oceans. How interesting that Nicole and I ascended to a point on The Divide in Colorado, one day before the USA ended up in the biggest political divide it has seen in the last 50 years. Regarding the outcome of that... it's shocking

Only time will tell what direction the political waters will flow. Regardless of what happens, I dearly hope we never loose places like this... replete with peace and tranquility. No amount of advancement, money or power would be worth its loss.

13 Minutes on a Sunday morning

7:51-8:04 AM, with great light. Light is the key. When you have sumptuously beautiful, interesting, directional, QUALITY light.. you can create some cool frames, quickly. Give yourself joy in photography... choose to shoot in good light.


Us... now.

This is us, now.. in our life. It took us over 40 years to get here (like Israel wandering in the desert) and here is pretty good.. not perfect, but who wants perfect (that's boring). We can be who & how we choose to be.

This is her... My love, Nicole. She is happy with this photo, she is happy with herself... which is good because she is beautiful. Photo taken with one of my big old film cameras, which is just fun.

Newfoundland Summer (Finally)

After my initial inspiration to start this journal, it's taken a back seat..  that's life sometimes.

It's been so nice lately to get our time in the sun here in Newfoundland.. some years it never quite gets here, but it has warmed us for at least a short season thus far this year. Good thing too, Brennen HATES wind & cold.. I try to take advantage of pleasant days outdoors with him. He seems to like it.

Sometimes I have to make up silly things for him to supposedly be doing just for a photo... he doesn't seem to mind (and sometimes even finds it's a little funny).

Urban Monoliths

Wandering through urban canyons of concrete. Hard light or soft it's all lines & shape. Every step forward transforms the relationships in the frame.


It's the light, it's always the light.. and THAT light. That warm, hard, contrasty, angled, beautiful, amazing light... it makes me weak. Creating pockets of ethereal glow, and lines...and SHADOWS..  the most wonderful shadows.

In the streets with LaRoque

“The creative act lasts but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box.” – Henri Cartier-Bresson

I had come to exercise technique in using my most important piece of photographic kit, my brain. Patrick pushed me to keep moving all the time... quickly shoot, move, shoot, move.

Ohh I missed that shot, it doesn't matter.. don't obsess, look for the next one, keep pushing.

After a while a rhythm develops, it's like a heart beat.. quiet but steady, always driving forward. The mind & eye working in conjunction with the hands, responding automatically to a flood of visual stimuli, filtering and condensing into little frames everywhere.. it starts to feel almost robotic but with a sense purpose.

At some point Patrick asked me what I was thinking, I answered 'nothing.. I am actually thinking nothing.. just observing and responding'. It's a very free feeling.. to let go of ultimate control, embrace randomness.