they were nestled in the high grasses and i didn’t know, but when i scared them, they scared me, and i was pleasantly surprised that i kept my presence of mind to trip the shutter Photography is…
Slate coloured clouds with ragged fringes are drifting slowly overhead. Between them one has a glimpse of higher clouds of a lighter grey. I can hear the gentle swish of the rain striking a clearer note on the gravel…
Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage which we did not take towards the door we never opened. — T.S. Eliot said that
cotton in the field, eastern arkansas I can see a cotton field Old men working in the mill I can see the load in the trunk of my old blue Oldsmobile I see the tears in my mama’s eyes…
Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. — so beautifully worded by Hawthorne
…this structure; once used as a gas station, resembles one where my parents drove away and left me while we were on a vacation when I was approximately three years old. and don’t try to tell me, “but i…
a vine of hearts do you see it ? I don’t go out looking for pictures. I go out, and if something catches my eye, that’s reason enough to photograph it. — Henry Wessel said that
“A thing is not what you say it is or what you photograph it to be or what you paint it to be or what you sculpt it to be. Words, photographs, paintings, and sculptures are symbols of what…
