Stark, cold, and creepy. Winter in the woods has it’s own kind of beauty.
Stark, cold, and creepy. Winter in the woods has it’s own kind of beauty.
I’ve spent hundreds of hours underwater and to me, the most intriguing part is the boundary layer between the air and water – where the elements, physics and perception blend.
Some guests are begrudgingly welcomed. A family of wild flying squirrel took refuge in our attic and found their way around the house – through the walls. They are tiny, and well-behaved compared to their nasty Gray Squirrel cousins. This one liked taking almonds from my hand. After a month we blocked any entrance they …
The world is changing. If you don’t adapt, you’re screwed. This black Swallowtail Butterfly emerged from it’s chrysalis at about the same time that I converted to shooting mirrorless APS-C everywhere but in the studio. Macro. Fuji XT-2. Wildlife in the backyard.
I give thanks for any flower with the balls to come up after this long and snowy winter. Bloom you bad-assed flowers, bloom like the fearless mad-dog maniacs you are!
I find it very difficult to think up subject matter when I’m not getting enough sunshine. It’s a winter funk thing. Still, I can always find something compelling to shoot if I head out to the Adventure Aquarium in Camden, New Jersey. The key here is turn off the flash. Flash = Bad when shooting …