Sometimes I like to paint-- expression of light and color and texture that resonates somehow. Abstractions are all around and the camera...

Here's a theme that has been working in the background. I am interested in these latencies that present themselves through photography....

We all find ourselves there, in those attractive places, like the hordes of fellow travelers we think we are not. But a place is what you...

I am a black and white afficianado from my first days of photography. Color is such a different animal. It attracts me like a bee to the...

Godbeams. The universe has it's chest cracked and the beating heart of the cosmos is there for all to see. I know, I'm being ridiculous...

Why is something creepy? What is it about dolls sometimes, that makes them so spine-tingling? In this case, what's not seen is the...

This is so everyday for us Portlanders that its icon quotient doesn't register. This is a particular skill to hone for a budding...

Why all the obsession with the things and places going away? Well, because they are going away, for one thing. But I lean this way as a...

I wish I was here. Lost Lake. This was summer. A picture is almost as good as a smell. I look at this and every boyhood, lake-swimming,...

This entry has nothing to do with landscape, Smith Rock, nor meandering Crooked rivers. It isn't about photography either. Today, I'm...