I happened myself into an opportunity to shoot a Canon EF 85mm f/1.2L II USM Lens for the first time on Saturday. Ho boy is it something else. This beast is the size of a grapefruit and weighs in at a hefty 2.26 pounds. You feel this lens. It’s a fine piece of engineering, and the chunk of glass within its blackened frame is prodigious.
Creative expression comes in many forms. Here, a day removed from my 38th birthday, I share a poem to dance with my photograph. Touching on the themes of time, age, and acceptance as we grapple with inevitability.
Life is full of happy accidents. We must take them as they come, for they are cherished boons. The lesson—missing out on a thing does not mean we lose a thing. Instead it gifts opportunity to see a thing in a different, more diffuse and loving light. We work with what we’ve got, and that is where we create the real magic to capture our forever.
Reflective mirrored photography dazzles the imagination. Our own Mirror of Erised. Cedar Run’s watery mirror has me thinking on my own life. It also affords an opportunity to share some quick reflections about myself with you.
Sunset at the salt marsh delivered big time in summer 2020; and that’s with me missing several great sunsets and thunderstorms. Sunsets come in bunches and summer 2020 stands testament. Sure, winter may still hold the title, but summer means business, too.
Subtle yet profound moments on the salt marsh deliver big healing. Where the wind takes a breath and the still waters turn to unbroken mirrored reflections. When the pastels glow peace between pilings you know your time is come.
Visiting the Cedar Run Dock Road salt marsh has been an essential go-to for the entirety of my adult life. Whether for storm chasing, leisure cruising with friends, or a solemn place to cleanse the mind palate. The later has been especially true since I began my landscape photography journey back in 2012. This is my spot to take a mental reset and make beautiful photographs.
Dutiful honey bee plying her trade. Drinking her nectar and loading her pollen basket, she works with intent. With energy and purpose she minds her craft. Even alone the hive is on the mind. Her community needs her; needs her singular focus to feed and to provide. To sustain the group. Bounding atop pistils by […]
On the perils of labels. It is easy to apply limits in how we label ourselves. There is a push-pull tearing at the labels we self-apply measured against the labels others seek to apply. In this post I take a look back at how I’ve evolved my own self-limiting thinking. Analyzing how I worked to embrace a wider array of labels related to my photography and writing. Reviewing my progress from technician to creator.
Hardship is inevitable. It comes sure as a summer storm. Negative energy builds, tensions rise only to bow to the pressure. The storm hits, emotions roil and churn, and then, at the nadir of the struggle, the onslaught slackens. The skies clear and we stand ready to learn, left only with the courage to grow. This is our choice.