My Daughter As Marie Antoinette

Or, How to Help Your Family Time Travel

My daughter just celebrated her September birthday and I wanted to give her something very special.  She has a fascination with all things Marie Antoinette.  I have a fascination with all things ART and thought it would be a good opportunity to continue working on my digital mastery and eventual conquest of the world.  Not too mention I thought ‘J’ might enjoy BEING Marie Antoinette!  How often DOES a young, modern woman get to see herself in French court attire?



Artist Indulgence

Or, A Few of My Favorite Things

Yeah, I know.  EVERYBODY photographs flowers.  Well, everybody also breathes, but you don’t see me insisting that fewer of you do it, now do you?  I aim my camera at pretty things.  Call me shallow, but not for me, all that journalistic ‘we really should do something about these terrible conditions’ kind of photography.  It’s enough that it should be pretty.  Make me feel good.  Lift my spirits.



Home is Where the Mom Is

Or, No Really – Home is Where the Mom Is

My family is going through a bit of a rough patch right now.  Nothing I care to go into on the world wide web, but it is painful enough for us to have circled the wagons and drawn closer to each other.  This particular passage in life has turned my thoughts to home and hearth.  Odd, isn’t it, how many of us most often think of home as ‘Mom’s’ place?  I mean, Daddy lives there too.  Always has.  But really though, truth be told, it’s Mother’s house.



Texture in Photography

Or, Bumpy is Better

All of these images were taken on a single day…nay, a single walk around my neighborhood.  I’ve been living in and photographing this same roughly 7 square blocks of Midtown Atlanta for over three years and you’d think I’d run out of things to aim my camera at.  But it a busy, chock full o’ stuff kind of place and there are always new things to see or new ways to see the same old things.  Like texture.  On this particular walk, texture was just popping out all over the place.


It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times

Or, It Was the 80s


So what does that have to do with photography?  Nothing.  I just wanted to find a way to work this image into a post : )

When You Find Beauty

Step Toward It….


And let everything else fall away…..


Sometimes it Really is the Simple Things

Or, Sunshine on my Shoulder Feels so Lovely

Sometimes you walk out the door and that giant self-sustaining nuclear reactor in the sky is hanging at just the right and perfect angle on the horizon and all the world seems suffused with golden, gooey goodness.  Oh yes, I just went there.

Such was the light on a recent walk about my neighborhood.  I was transformed into a hunter, stalking the ever elusive and fleeting light.  Are these the best images I’ve ever created?  No.  But WHO cares when the light is this golden? GO OUTSIDE PEOPLE!  And quit slamming that damned screen door or I’ll tan your hide!