From Peloton Magazine. A great article that could be applied to most anything. These words really resonated with me. Letting go is what we do when the acrobatics that we’ve been performing to protect our carefully constructed self identities are no longer working. Like many people, I have experienced my own kind of emotional reckoningContinue reading “LIGHT MY WAY – By “Bruno” Yates”
Sometimes I look around knowingly that the world is larger than my street. Obligations of job, family, and now COVID, prevent me from the travel I yearn to do and the projects I would love to immerse myself into. But, I am here. My world is what surrounds me everyday. My wife, my son, myContinue reading “Sometimes…”
“Now, there is no more dreaming, really.” – Robert Frank
Photography is not a medium known to expose the invisible. I hate statements that say, “My photographs are about making the invisible visible.” Hogwash. All photographs are judgements. All photographs depict the prejudices of the photographer. Photographers make choices – camera, lens, film, composition, color, B&W,, etc.. One does not breathe in a vacuum.
January 9, 2013 · Sitting on the floor watching the 11PM news, Ethan sleeping next to me on the couch. As he was falling asleep, he talked about his dreams, his school. All the while he kept asking, “Ya Ya, can you kiss me again on my forehead? Can you kiss me again……….”
What I enjoy, is that over the years of shooting, certain things, certain subjects kept popping up. Oh, looky there! There’s an interesting theme. Sometimes over analyzing can be a bad thing. But sooner or later you have to try to understand why you do what you do. I like to keep the spontaneity, butContinue reading “Sometimes you just have to walk on the opposite side of the street…”
“The pictures have to talk, not me.” – Robert Frank, “Leaving Home, Coming Home: A Portrait of Robert Frank”
This photography thing….. Being creative, going through doubt, the difficulty in expressing clearly what you want to say, is not ever easy.
How far do we step inside of ourselves? Have a look beneath the skin? Is it vanity? It it a search for truth? Justice? The American Way? I look at the work of Francesca Woodman and see I work that is an exploration in progress for self truth. A process. A work that is leftContinue reading “Thoughts of Francesca”
Birthdays. A new one was a few days ago. Nothing like one, passing of a decade, to wake oneself up. Going through that now. I look forward to what’s ahead. I look back and see many footprints to where I am now. Though we have relationships, friendships, this journey one we all make alone, withinContinue reading “Change of Seasons”