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
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.
Shit! 2018 is only hours away . . .
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.
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
It relieves me after days of sheer chaos that I finally have some time to sit down with a glass of Glenfiddich and finally write of my experience over the weekend past. As… Continue reading