I’m Best in the Woods

"Trees in particular were mysterious and seemed to me direct embodiments of the incomprehensible meaning of life. For that reason the woods were the place where I felt closest to its deepest meaning and to its awe-inspiring workings." - C.G. Jung

Black (& White) Friday

Something I don’t find myself doing much since my high school days, when I used to carry an Olympus OM-1 everywhere I went. I can still smell the fixer.

Fly Pond on a pretty black and white day…

Jackson Pollock Would Be Proud

A nice example of the amazing patterns that show why I have such a fascination with Adirondack river rock.

Another Season Becomes A Memory

As the very last leaves fall here in Cleveland, the Adirondacks are seeing their first significant snows. It’s been nearly a month since these last leaves fell there. I’m not ready to give the fall up just yet. Winter can wait…

Beauty in the Everyday

Wood, rock, soil. The foundation of everything Adirondack. So subtle, yet so vital. The tree falls, becomes the soil. Rock rises from below, platform for new constructions. Everyday wonder.

A Universe All Its Own

I’ve always been drawn to textures in the Adirondacks, even more than the big scenics. Working with my new D800 brought out a couple of things for me this year: panoramics and details. The ability to make a nice size panoramic, without stitching a number of smaller images together, really inspired me. And all that resolution, great to see all the little things I really love.

It would be easy to make an entire project out of photographing all the nuances of one boulder. This one reminded me of a view of our own galaxy, plainly seen on any clear night in these mountains. Stars upon stars upon stars. Right there on a rock.

An Ending and a Beginning

It’s tough to come home after a long summer and fall of Adirondack shooting. So ends another season of workshops and traipsing around the woods looking for something new and unique. Lots was learned and accomplished this year, both photographically and personally. There were some new friends made, and some old friends tragically lost. It seems like every part of my life was touched in one way or another. I am not the same.

Mornings like this are what I live for. Up an hour before sunrise, watching, waiting, trying not to expect. Getting lucky sometimes. Lucky or not, knowing I’ll be back to my place in time to whisper something in the ear of my love before she stirs. That was the best of my luck.

I’m going to make a point of sharing my past season. Starting today.