The gentle drift and lackadaisical shuffle of the seasons is surprisingly irresistible. Day by day, minute by minute, second by second, the year just moseys along. Sometimes shifting a little more abruptly every
In talking with a lot of newer photographers over the years, the question of style has come up over and over. What is their style? How will they recognize it? How will they
I am still me. It feels weird to say that. Or rather, it feels weird to have doubted that. But I guess that's what this past year has been: doubts about assumptions that
A gentle giant rumbled in the sky In older times, when weather was a friend With eyes shut tight, I'd feel the wind drift by But patterns, large and small, began to bend
One of my main photographic goals is to tell the story of the motion that happens in the world. I often use a number of common techniques (such as panning), and those typically
