Road Trips
River Baptism in Virginia. Members of The United House of Prayer for All People gathered at the mouth of the historic James River. I waded in up to my chest caught up in the moment. A more electric vibe I cannot remember. Yes I’ve published mostly retro pictures for the last couple of weeks simply …
I’ve always loved photographing fishermen. Wherever I travel, I seek out fishermen. It’s hours and hours and hours on boats with nothing going on and bad light. A waiting game. Then the fog rolls in or a storm comes up and it’s time to shoot. By that time you know every move of every man …
Flats at the edge of the Blue Mountains in Queensland. Oz. Fuji 6×9 film for an essay on brumbie catchers.
BeachGames. The zine. I am moving pictures around on the wall. Making hard decisions. Cutting room floor stuff. Juxtapositions. Sequencing. Still months away from production. It’s a work of fiction. Not photojournalism. Writing. Thinking . The process. One thing I tell those I mentor is that a book can’t just be a collection of …
Father and son harvesting sorghum. Michoacán, Mexico. I’ve probably done more work in Mexico than in any other country. Not because it’s near, but because it’s so endlessly eclectic and fascinating. I always feel welcomed in Mexico and my Mexican friends are welcomed here any time. I like bridges better than walls. 🎈
