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.
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.
Wandering In A Fog
The morning was cool and still, and thick with fog. There would be nothing to see from any mountain overlook except a curtain of gray. Driving did not appeal; there was nowhere to go that would open a door in the fog. It was the perfect morning for a walk in the woods.
Forest Floor
Grand mountain viewpoints, broad blue lakes, and swift-flowing waterfalls are beautiful scenes, and who doesn't enjoy seeing Nature's grandeur on the wide screen? But I also love to see her put on a show at the nearby, personal level.
Snow In The Woods
New Year's Eve is a challenge. To me, I mean. A personal gauntlet thrown down. A direct challenge, from an unknown, unnamed, unseen, belligerent opposition, to me, personally and directly. A challenge to be faced down and dealt with, or to slink away from in ignominious timidity and humiliation.
Mosquito Falls
I have a confession: I don't usually enjoy photographing waterfalls. I enjoy waterfalls very much, and I like to visit them, to look at them and listen to them. But the process of creating photographs of them is often not much fun. There are several reasons for this.
Fallen But Not Finished
In the woods, among large trees, the trail takes a turn, and in late afternoon the dappled light reveals a fallen giant. With massive limbs supporting the broken trunk, holding it high above the ground, it appears to be struggling to get back up, as if too proud to simply collapse to the floor.
The Most Civil Society
I agree with Stevenson. When I start upon a woodland trail, I feel that I am entering very civil society indeed. The trees are friendly and welcoming. The small creatures of the wood scurry all about, rustling leaves, stopping to stare curiously but unperturbed about sharing their living space. Bushes and boughs wave companionably as I wander past. The trees towering above offer me shade and shelter, as well as beauty and comfort.
Anniversary Sky
On October 15th, 1978, Wanda and I were married. We were engaged only three weeks, but we had spent more than four years falling in love. It was absolutely amazing to me that when I finally said, "Will you?" she said, "Yes!" I knew then, and have known ever since, that I was the luckiest man in the world.