Ektachrome: Vintage ’84
That’s what we do; we make photographs by stopping time for 1/500th of a second and preserve that moment that otherwise is forever once and gone.
Category Archive: Reflections
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Seventeen in ’17
Shit! 2018 is only hours away . . .
The Chicago Way
It was in Chicago that I discovered what love is, what love is not, and how lust can blind. It was in Chicago that I became a better man.
Of success and burgers
There are times when I question my sanity. Or rather, there are times when I question my line of thinking. A state of insanity suggests a loss of sense of reality. I… Continue reading
Auld Lang Syne
While Christmas and St. Patrick’s Day are my favourite holidays of the year, New Years Eve and Day have proven to be less so. I can recall only two New Years that I… Continue reading
The Christmas spirit awakens
On the risk of sounding like Charlie Brown, I have not been feeling fully immersed in the Christmas spirit this year as I have previously. Which is unfortunate as this is my absolutely… Continue reading
Against Stagnation
Part of being human is change. For better or for worse, the changes we make, the changes around us, and how we adapt to such define who and what we are. I am… Continue reading
Because a vision softly creeping
Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain… Continue reading
The great adventure
Five years ago this week, I embarked on a great adventure that to this day stands as the best decision I made for myself. It was an adventure that started out with a primary… Continue reading
The worth of one photograph
There is much that I wish to and shall cover in the next several entries, from the conclusion of my Lunar New Year trilogy to the St. Patrick’s Day weekend celebrations in Chicago that… Continue reading
Knowing no fear
Once again, I have found myself a predicament all too common to myself. I have been spending much more time out and about photographing than sitting at my desk and processing the resulting… Continue reading
The hipster wilderness and a ghost of fencing past
As I had written in my last post, “Sabres to the right of them, sabres to the left of them,” shooting the 2014 Korfanty Sabre World Cup two weekends ago was on of… Continue reading
No mask
I get bored easily. I was explaining to someone yesterday that I have an intense need to pursue many activities and interests, for if I myself were to be a one-track, singleminded… Continue reading
“Life’s like a box of chocolates . . . “
Magnum photographer Martin Parr once said, “All photography is propaganda.” While that much is true to some respect, I wish to make an exception here. Before I go further, I want to make… Continue reading