I wish I could say that I planned this…
But as is the case with much of my life, that simply isn't true. For much of my career in science I have relied upon a solidly unscientific tool- my…
But as is the case with much of my life, that simply isn't true. For much of my career in science I have relied upon a solidly unscientific tool- my…
There is a certain irony in trying to photography cherry blossoms. Why try to preserve what is only beautiful because it is impermanent?
I exhale and molecules that once comprised my flesh are thrown forth.
Carbon atoms forged in the furnaces of ancient stars,
borrowed to build what stands before you,
now recycled to the air,
possibly to become flesh again.
I complete and am completed. (more…)
“Did you do that in photoshop?” No, but does it matter? Photography is not reality. It is not an exact copy of reality. It is something else all together that we convince ourselves is what was real.
Memories fold upon themselves, like images printed on silk and allowed to move with the breeze.
Two weekends ago I took part in an event called Critical Conversations hosted by the Griffin Photography Museum in Winchester, MA. It was a great learning experience and it reminded me of how and why independent critique is so valuable in creative fields like photography. More after the jump!