A Misty Morning in May


Driving west for a family visit on a misty Mother’s Day weekend. Old cars get me thinking about generations past and future along with birthdays and births happening in the present. We owe our families much and our Mothers most of all. The world would cease to exist if not for their dedication and sacrifice. Honor them today and everyday.

Save The Last Dance For Me

Save The Last Dance For Me

This is a sampling of photographs I made for the “Crazy Couture” photo shoot in Peoria, Illinois.  These were shot in an old warehouse near the riverfront using an inexpensive studio strobe in a large parabolic umbrella with a diffuser. The fill light is simply ambient light from the large windows. On the shots by the steel door I added a gelled Nikon SB800 as an accent.  The most valuable piece of gear I had with me was a borrowed step stool and my assistant who loaned me the step stool. It was around 40 degrees in the warehouse, tougher on models than photographers. No access to power except in the one working bathroom. All our gear works from battery power and the windows provided plenty of cloudy day diffused light to work by. Continue reading “Save The Last Dance For Me”

Heat Wave

There’s nothing new

And nothing to do

Just time running away

Like a plate and spoon

The hours drip and run

Like water from a rusty bucket

The sun finally hides behind the horizon

And ends a wasted day



Long Island Getaway

Last week Debbie and I flew to New York and rented an electric car to drive to the end of Long Island. We stopped at the Montauk Yacht Club and got a ship shape room with a view of the water. We didn’t go fishing but I did take a snapshot of this photo hanging on the wall.

These are iPhone photos of ship models at the Yacht Club Inn. The iPhone is great for capturing little details along the way.

Fish for dinner at the mostly empty Yacht Club restaurant. Not much is open this week in Montauk but we don’t care because the weather is perfect and it is quiet except for the sound of wind and waves. After dinner the Chef provides marshmallows and wooden skewers for the fire blazing outside on the patio. We providee shortbread cookies dipped in dark chocolate that we brought with us from home but never had time to eat until now.

This one is from the big camera. If you look closely you can see the big black dog on the right. We arrived too late to take a tour of the light house but I was happy just taking photos as the sun set.

This is a good example of what the weather was like all week. Cool nights, sunny days.

They say that Montauk is a drinking village with a fishing problem. This guy seems to have an opinion on the subject and he doesn’t mind sharing it.

A mess of nets and rope… Tools of the fishing trade.

“The Villas” nestled in between the Coast Guard Station and the Yacht Club. I love the shadow of myself in the corner showing my inner tourist. It’s a salute to the snapshot, often under-rated but so clever and precise at showing us the world as it is and making us hungry for all those details that we once thought of as distractions.