Sunday was Doggie Swim Day in DC — the day shortly after the last human swim and just before the the water is drained for winter, when the DC Department of Parks and Recreation opens all of its public pools to the dogs. Continue reading
A few months after losing her 1-year-old Rhodesian Ridgeback in a breakup, Leah a found new Ridgie baby to call her own. She called to arrange a session and sent a snapshot of what can only be described as a 5-week-old liver colored nugget. Continue reading
I have intentionally refrained from photographing political protests and rallies for the last few months in part to attend to commissioned bookings, in part to save decreasing spare time for art photography projects and, to be honest, in part because I became burned out on photographs of the signs and crowds of the daily protests in Washington which have became so plentiful as to be difficult to tell images of one rally from another. But today was different. Today hit close to home and close to my heart. Today I felt compelled to go to the White House to support the Dreamers, many of whom know no home other then the US, most of whom contribute far more to our economy and culture than they take, and a few of whom I know and love. Today I felt compelled to contribute to the body of documentation of the hundreds that came to demonstrate in front of the White House and the thousands that rallied across the country, all to declare that our Dreamers are #heretostay. Continue reading
A solar eclipse is interesting but, if you’re a kid, sprinklers are more fun. (Photographed during the 2017 solar eclipse at the National Mall, Washington DC.)
Here’s the thing about the eclipse: everyone photographed it. All of my photographer friends pulled out their strongest neutral density filters, motorized/GPS auto-tracking tripod heads (if they had one) and an extra-long telephoto lens to get the same three or four shots that every other photographer was getting, at better or lesser quality. I even have one photographer friend who was shooting for NASA (and captured stunning images). Not being an astro photographer and not having gear more attuned to close-up portraits, I was not going to contribute anything to all of the shots of the eclipse, itself. Continue reading
I love fire. Not so much for its consumptive or destructive nature (although that deserves fascination and respect), but more for its fluidity, its continuous reinvention of itself, its ever changing color and its ability to synthesize seemingly disparate qualities. It is formless form. And watching it — even while your brain screams “danger” — the flickering dance of its flames seduces you and draws you into it’s trance.
I love projection art. The motion of color being painted onto huge canvases of concrete and brick — all in real time and all in front of your eyes. It too is formless form. And despite knowing that is is merely projected phantoms, you are nevertheless drawn toward the light. Continue reading