The Turk

I'm liking shooting portraits and Dustin with the police was fun.

Vernon

Probably the most plexed up unselfish man I've ever met--I know supposed Christians that aren't as Christian as this man.

Trees

I find myself wanting to stay and watch the light against the trees--I wait, how will the falling or rising sun affect the world.

A morning walk

I'm having trouble lining up the shot--the viewfinder does not accurately represent the lens. Oh well, neither do I.

A Touch of Red

I was standing in a field photographing the power plant and when I turned to get in the car I saw this.

Power Plant

The softness of the warm steam and the hard straight angles of the metal.

Tree near Gilroy

I begged the boys to stop when I saw the light against this tree--the teasing was worth it.

It's a shit picture

I clipped the rose and poorly framed the shot, but something about this rotting flower against the red side of an old church gets me.

Through the Window

I didn't think it would work--the trees, or what I thought were trees, flashing a blur of colors through the open car window, but I shot and waited...I love it.

Gold on blue

It was going down, but before it resigned the sun in a last ditch effort to vandalize the ocean sprayed krylon gold across the surf.

morning

Sometimes I wish the sun wouldn't move until I've drank my fill of it's light direction. Blades of grass, covered in dew and lightly teased by a soft onshore breeze.

A Jungle in the Desert

At 6 am the sun is slowly rising over the mountains but the headlights on the highway light up the jungle on the sand.

A lonely Place

A row filled with empty chairs either waiting to be filled or recently vacated by the terminally unique. The Coffee Club isn't a place for photos, but these empty seats don't mind--and the woman, she's a rock waiting for someone to momentarily climb on her back in their journey to reach God.

Yellow Separation

I feel alone quite a lot, and this yellow flower is a stalk of sun in the weeds.

The One That Does

This is the one that does; my Georgia, the camera loves her because she returns it's affection wholeheartedly.

The Oldest

I have two daughters, one that loves looking at her own reflection, and one that doesn't. This is the one that doesn't--shooting her is like having your teeth pulled with a hammer.

My Daily Walk

There's a wetlands about two miles west of my house. It used to be an old indian village but now all that's left is a curse on those that desecrate the land. You could spend 24/7 there, 7 days a week, and never run out of things to shoot.

This is him

That's right, camera in hand and reflection looking in a big gold mirror. Will the vanity ever cease--taking a picture of himself taking a picture of himself.

The first post

I'm a photographic moron with an iphone camera--a child shooting digital and letting the fairies inside the box work the shutter. I might not be pro-photographer worthy, but I like my results, and after all, who better to please than me. My daughter Georgia--an eleven year old body and a thousand year heart