I always have a hard time choosing a favorite photograph. Each one has a special meaning and memories attached to it. I would enjoy hearing from any suggestions. A sort of contest, voting for your favorite.
Today’s rain brought warm temperatures, postponing the inevitable; it will get cold. This is the same image one in color one in black ad white.
Which one do you like best?
The “J” class one of the last vestiges of an income tax free world. Majestic and beautiful. The AC 72 catamarans have changed forever how we see yachts and yacht racing.
Every photograph has a story, unique and precious. I took 25,000 photographs this summer and even for me this is a huge task to review them all. no one else would consider doing it. So like most of life it is a question of choices.
After a summer of photographing, I am faced with choosing what is best, favorite, touches your senses, tells a story. Naturally it depends on what is the goal, the story to be told. Almost every photograph I took has a story, a memory, a thought.
Crows have fascinated humans since the beginning of time. Throughout literature crows have played an important role. When young I had a crow which I tried to teach to talk. I convinced myself that it had indeed learned several words. I cannot tell you with any certainty that the crow actually did. I eventually let the crow free; he did have an enormous walk-in cage while in captivity.
Labor day weekend, the unofficial end to summer, and a moment of reflection on the summer that was. For us, it began on June 25, when we left Newport to drive to Los Angeles; arriving 5500 miles later. We enriched our view of the United States, still having seen only a small part of what the country has to offer. For my part, the greatest change was the west. It’s natural beauty and sheer vastness. It truly has a different scale of time, distance and size. It is hard to pinpoint the singular moments and places that most touched us.
It also marked our 40 wedding anniversary; a milestone that we were able to enjoy in a different way; crossing the country to see our children and grandchildren.
Photography is another form of language. A means of communication. No different than words each image means something unique to the viewer. Communication is complicated. I suppose art is language.