It was a challenging day driving the rental car and trying to take in the beauty of Cape Ann in a downpour. I was hoping to capture a cool shot on this final day of our trip. It began to get dark so I called it a day and headed back to my sister-in-law's house where we were staying. As I was negotiating a bend in the road I saw a flash of orange and blue in my rear view mirror... an unusual color combination for that area. Two minutes later I was there configuring the shot and as luck would have it the rain turned to a sprinkle. That orange color is rust.
- Mar 26, 2021
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I’ve learned something from antique shops. Searching for a particular thing can be frustrating. Going in with an open mind is much better. I usually find something I like. Or should I say… something I like seems to find me?
Photography often works like that, for me. I was out late working on a landscape series and wasn’t having any luck. It was getting dark and I heard the sound of wings above my head. I was able to swing around and photograph a flock of pigeons going to roost for the night. This photo is a one-off in that it didn’t fit the theme of the series I was working on.
Is it even a landscape photograph? Maybe. But it doesn’t matter because the photo carries a feeling of the coming of the night in a very strong way and I’m fortunate to have captured the moment.
- Mar 6, 2021
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His blood smells like cologne.
His reputation is expanding faster than the universe.
He once had an awkward moment just to see how it feels.
He lives vicariously through himself.
He can speak French in Russian.
He's a lover not a fighter, but he can fight, so don't get any ideas.
He's been known to cure narcolepsy just by walking into a room.
People hang on his every word, even the prepositions.
He could disarm you with his looks.
The police often question him because they find him interesting.
His beard alone has experienced more than a lesser man's entire body.
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