Boondock Ramblings

I am really not a photographer who “poses”

I’m rarely drawn to an image where I’ve posed someone or something for a photograph. My eye and interest is almost always drawn to an image where the moment was unscripted and unprepared. I live in an area… Read More

“That’s not my crown! It’s Jesus’ crown!”

I had ordered a crown of thorns last year as a prop for a stock photography session for Lightstock and it has sat on the top shelf of our bookshelf for a year, occasionally being moved for dusting… Read More

Photography Tuesday: The dirty, no good, rotten truth about selling stock photography

Stock photography isn’t what it used to be. Gone are the cheesy cutouts and posed images. Those who purchase stock photography now want authentic, real-life images for their advertising – at least to make it look like they… Read More

Photographers: enough of the emotional blackmail already.

We photographers can be a depressing bunch. I mean how many more ways can we remind people they need to get photos of their family members because soon they’ll all be dead. Dang, people. Yes, it is true… Read More

Finally some fall colors: 10 on 10 for November

We waited for it patiently and that patience finally paid off this past week when the leaves on our trees finally changed from dreary brown to bright yellow and then scattered the ground, creating a blanket of bright… Read More

The love that didn’t last

Looking at her young face staring back at me from the vintage, monochrome photograph it suddenly struck me how young she had been when her world fell apart. Her story was family folklore, passed down as one of… Read More

The town that lost its’ library

The day the library died in the tiny town of New Albany, Pennsylvania, rain fell from the clouds like a waterfall and didn’t stop. The already saturated ground gave way with nothing left to hold it in place…. Read More

When you hit old age before you’re old

I wake up with a weird, buzzing, anxious feeling in my chest. Everything is wrong, but nothing is wrong. Everything is scary, but nothing is scary. Everything is death around the corner, but death is not there. Restless…. Read More

Why I didn’t want to tell my son about the death of Anthony Bourdain

I didn’t even know him. Not really. But yet it was almost like losing a close friend. I’d had a crappy night of sleep with two sick kids and I had reached for my phone to see what time… Read More