I’m now back up in DC on yet another unscheduled side quest, but I’ll be heading south again to pick up my travels where I left off.
It feels like meditation in one image to me.
Their complementary skin tones, the deep reds and greens and the blue of the background are working for me.
Sometimes I just need to do a shoot that isn’t work.
If you’ve got to have problems as a photographer, I suppose too many great shots from a shoot is a good one to have.
I guess I just need to step outside my comfort zone.
If I have to choose a physical location to associate with the word ‘home’, it’d be Surf City, NC.
Becca has grown wonderfully as an artist and model.
Today is a celebration of the art that is photography.
I don’t ever want to feel like that about my work or my art, so I’ve decided to put the 365 project to bed.
Mama and papa took off when I got up to go get the camera, but the three babies hung out and let me take their picture.
I made it safely to Indiana, and I’ll be here for an indeterminate period of time.
It’s funny how much or how little some things change.
Seems like the storms are more than just metaphorical, lately.
Sometimes there’s just one answer to a problem.
Sometimes I see the oddest things in the weirdest places. I’m going to just chalk it up to my artist brain.
No, not that Pop. Just pop, the expression.
Looks like I forgot to take an actual photo that day, but I did take a selfie.
Collegiate Gothic, 16th century China, and a New Jersey Trash Panda