Will he get his mojo back?
No secret that lately I’ve been unable to find that groove all photographers look for. I do find photos, and they’re nice enough, and isn’t that nice. But there isn’t any pizzazz, no panache, no hot stuff.
A Real Fall Sky
At this time of year, when nature is in the midst of seduction by changing her sartorial presentation right before our eyes, we can often be so mesmerized by the transformation taking place in the trees and vegetation that we might miss the lovely, enchanting show she puts on for us in the sky.
Chaotic Beauty
Picking my way through undergrowth on a wooded hill, I pause often to look around and take in the wildness. Life is everywhere: under my feet, grasping at my boots and legs, flitting across my face, swaying overhead. Intermingled throughout are the dead and dying, fallen limbs and withering leaves.
Going Home
Greetings from Michigan, where I was born and lived the first fourteen years of my life. My love of nature began here…
Fog Sings A Siren Song
After uncountable weeks of frigid cold, temperatures have warmed, causing a great melt of snow and ice. The ground, already saturated and still frozen down below, refuses to accept any more water.
A Little Lower Than Angels
For today's excursion in Madeira I decided to make a sweep of one portion of her northwestern coastline. I visited quite a few sites, both down at the shore and up in the cliffs and mountains…
Red Barn & Serendipity
Serendipity. I speak often about the value of patience, waiting for Mother Nature to give you what you seek. But another side of this wonderful photography journey is the opposite: simply taking what Mother Nature presents to you unexpectedly.
Without Foghorns
Some days, 6:30am seems a little too early to be slipping out of the house for a walk on the rocky shore. But on days like this one, filled with the romance of old novels about the mysteries of the sea, I find it not only natural, but compelling, to get out there into the damp air…
Fickle Light
Light. It's important. People can be enlightened, their spirits brighten, they become light-hearted, and in the Age of Aquarius, we let the sunshine in. Light gives us rainbows. Light is what cameras capture, and what nature photographers are constantly seeking.
Pink & Blue
Georgia O'Keeffe said, "Colors and shapes make a more definite statement than words." I find that to be true in many ways. Have you ever seen a particular color in nature, and tried to describe it to someone who was not there?
Soft Marsh Sky
When autumn enters, we think of beautiful colors in the trees, but its earlier stages are stunningly visible in the wetlands, where the colors of the foliage change from shades of green to rich earth tones of umber, ocher, sienna, and dun.
Mist Over Still Pond
This photo was taken a few years ago, at a place only about fifteen miles from my home. It has been one of my more popular photos, appearing on tote bags, notepads, and prints, and garnering many comments. But yesterday, I drove to the site, and saw that it's gone. Obviously, the place itself is still there, but the scene is unrecognizable. The trees have been damaged by wind and time, fallen over, broken, and anyone who saw it today would not be able to tell it was the spot where this photograph was made.
The Face Of Half Dome
One of the most recognizable faces in California is the sheer, flat, vertical face of Half Dome.
Moody Mojave Morning
The wind was fierce across the desert, pounding and shaking the tent so that I got very little sleep during the night. I was up as soon as there was light, but the wind prevented me from making coffee or cooking breakfast, so I was driving along the dirt roads toward the highway that would take me to town.
Seductive Sands
The winds were hot. The sun was hot. The sand was hot. It was late morning; it was early May. It was very hot.