In Memoriam…

Wolf Kahn.

Many years ago while taking a drawing class I was forced to confront landscapes. While used to altering my camera settings to create the feel that I wanted for an image, having to do the same with pastels, while outside, seemed almost insurmountable. I began a search for artists whose work resonated with me and came across Wolf Kahn. His use of bold colors, often at odds with the subject matter, in addition to its often abstract nature, inspired me.

In the chaos of 2020 I missed that he had passed away in March at the age of ninety-two. I played with my photograph of trees, shot after a devastating wildfire swept through, to come up with this image that gave me the feel of Wolf Kahn.

In an interview he stated, “My choice of color is dictated by tact and decorum stretched by an unholy desire to be outrageous.”

Words as delicious as his work.

Happy New Year everyone! Let’s make it a good one! 

Going…

home.June 17-1-EditThere are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

Rumi

Life’s a lot like a camera. You can slide it onto that auto setting and accept the images that it creates for you or you can take control and choose every setting yourself.

A friend once told me that if I could only let go the universe would provide.

She got “the look” followed by an eye roll just for emphasis.

However the science geek in me loves a good experiment so I did let go.

Turns out there really are a thousand ways to go home again.

A change in the season…

will your photography suggest or state?

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One very important difference between color and monochromatic photography is this: in black and white you suggest; in color you state. Much can be implied by suggestion, but statement demands certainty… absolute certainty.

Paul Outerbridge

Fall has arrived and with it an abundance of beautiful landscape opportunities. There’s a certain comfort that comes with feeling at ease with your camera and confident that you will capture the image that you’re looking for.

I know what kind of images draw me in and I will be watching for those little moments amidst the explosion of colors in the foliage.

Mine won’t be the sweeping panoramas with tamarack ablaze with yellow.

Nor will they be a sea of red from the maples.

Lately I find myself in unfamiliar territory though, so rather than fight it I’m just letting it go where it may.

I’m talking about color. I know that winter will bring me back to my love of monochromatic but every journey has twists and turns  and much like this river I’m just going to go with the flow.