Storm
Afternoon storm builds outside the broken wall of an old lighthouse built in 1889 that the locals call “las ruinas” near Wilderness surfers beach on the west side of Puerto Rico.#puertorico #jobos #fujixpro2
Afternoon storm builds outside the broken wall of an old lighthouse built in 1889 that the locals call “las ruinas” near Wilderness surfers beach on the west side of Puerto Rico.#puertorico #jobos #fujixpro2
Sunset pose. Jobos, Puerto Rico. After teaching my workshop in Old San Juan, I came to Jobos and havn’t moved. In general I don’t move much. I tend to fly far from home, yet then settle into a new “home” so I can get to know those around me and blend into the scene. Jumping …
This is not Jesus. This is a representation of one of the two allegedly common criminals who were crucified with Jesus. Re-enacted last night in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. In my years of photographing the Spanish cultural diaspora into the Americas, I’ve photographed many a Good Friday procession in many Catholic countries. So for …
Ever since my university days I figured I was too tall to be a photographer. Too obtrusive. So I compensated by minimizing by physical impact any way that I could. So I don’t move much. I can stay “frozen” in one spot forever. I’ve shot some of my best pictures sitting at a cafe or …
Workshop team Puerto Rico. This same crew was here in PR to shoot for FujiFilm back before Christmas. Bryan shot, produced, edited the video. He’s here now to direct an upcoming piece for an online tutorial. Michelle has produced several workshops for me prior and does her own online art workshops. Both Bryan and …
Christ figure under full moon. Corcovado. Rio de Janeiro. Only 3 days left for my Brazil small print sale. 6×9 image size on an 8.5 X11 piece of paper. Archival pigment print made by master printer Michael Courvoisier. $125. Limited by time and by size. Link to Burn store in my profile above. All details …
My random pictures are so so random. So I’m walking down my street with three close friends who were having a beer on my front porch. Spring in February. We were all headed to watch the sunset at the beach at the end of my street. Not a single soul there except us. For …