After spending a summer in the cool, isolating North Carolina mountains, I was eager to go shooting so I attended the North Texas State Fair. I felt like I was melting in the late August heat and found I wasn’t alone. This poor steer handler was having trouble keeping the sweat out of his face. Clearly the steer wasn’t fazed.
Having gone through a personally difficult time, I treated myself to a vacation that included a Nile River cruise. There were dozens of diesel fueled boats that cruised down the river together, not quite theAgatha Christie novel experience I had imagined. However, the exoticness of the people who live and work on the river was not a disappointment. This boat’s pilot and crew were kind enough to allow an American woman visit the wheelhouse and photograph them.
Swimming has been a constant activity in my life since my first race at age 5. It was a sad day for swimmers everywhere when Southern Methodist University Demolished the Joe Perkins Natatorium in fall of 2014. Originally a basketball arena, it was converted to an indoor pool in 1957 and was home to many Olympic swimmers. I felt compelled to pay tribute to this piece of swimming history and as a reminder to me that the sport of swimming continues to have little respect. I photographed the building entrance at night, adding the blue highlights with a gelled strobe.
The people of Iceland have seen glaciers retreat at an alarming rate. I witnessed this myself having to hike a long distance from a parking area that had recently been in front of the glacier. The fog and the rain felt fitting as we paid homage to one of nature’s dying beauties.
I was driving along an unpaved North Carolina mountain road by myself early one foggy morning. The quiet of the fog in the forest matched my mood so I decided to capture the moment just as I saw it from the driver’s seat of my rental car.
The Appalachian mountains are home to many superstitious and suspicious people. At first I was excited when the land owner of this abandoned house drove up. Unfortunately he was in no talking mood and was more interested in running me off than answering my questions about the 23 rabbits feet hanging by the front door.
This spring day started out foggy, then turned to rain. I was in the kitchen making dinner for my visiting parents when the sun coming in the front window caught my eye. When I looked out to the lake I saw the trees light up and ran out of the house with my camera, leaving my parents to tend to the cooking.
As part of a Sam Abell workshop in Santa Fe, the class travelled to Albuquerque to shoot the race track. I was told that the upstairs had a very old seating area that was closed. Intrigued by seeing the decaying spectator seats, I persuaded a security guard to let me in to photograph them. Once there I noticed I had a great view of the horse race so I carefully composed my frame making sure I included the “fast” sign. As soon as I saw the horses in my periphery I clicked, getting the image in one frame.
The road less travelled is always more fun and interesting to me. Going through New Mexico, a Mini Cooper is the perfect car to travel on Route 66 even if the road turns to dirt and weaves under the interstate.
This was taken during a light painting workshop at the old Statler Hotel in Dallas while under remodeling. The green light is coming from the outside street lights. I added the blue highlights in the back room with a colored gel and strobe. There was a loud band playing in a crowded public park outside, inside there was just empty quietude.
Another shot from the Statler Hotel in Dallas. I made this image of the old ballroom from the stage behind tattered curtains. The shot was taken as a 3 second exposure using the incandescent work lights which made the scene a little surreal. When I look at this photo I thought about dreams realized and hearts broken in this ballroom’s past. Then I wondered about the new stories that will unfold here once the old Statler is given a new life.
I was driving through a North Carolina valley late one night, tired after a somewhat unsuccessful attempt at some light painting. I noticed the fog drifting through, lit by the “supermoon”. This turned into an accidental self portrait when I later noticed my tripod’s shadow in the foreground of the photo.
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