Long exposures of large fierce waves can produce a surprisingly ethereal and calm image.
Ah, bubble wrap. I’ve got a ton of it sitting around the office, in the basement, and the garage.
“Something aches at the very core of me, something ancient and deep and stronger than words: the filament that joins each of us to the root of existence, that ancient thing unfurling and resisting and grappling, desperately, for a foothold, a way to stay here, breathe, keep going.” –Lauren Oliver, Delirium
“The questions worth asking, in other words, come not from other people but from nature, and are for the most part delicate things easily drowned out by the noise of everyday life” –Robert B. Laughlin
Ribbons and streamers blowing in the night breeze as fireworks explode in the sky marking the 240th birthday of the USA.
As I inch ever closer to a half century on this Earth, I’m reminded more and more how fragile memory can be.
When you take the time to really look at something, even a single blade of grass, it becomes something mysterious and awesome.
I can’t believe it has been almost exactly 26 years since I was in Death Valley National Park. I was going back through some (very old) images, relatively low quality scans of 5×7 color prints, and found this image of some sand dunes shot in June of 1990.
Looking at my son’s wooden toy blocks and specifically the wooden columns, got me to thinking about the pillars of design for photography.