Writing from the archive — photography, process, places, and memory.
I step onto the threshold of the sliding glass door and look out into a still frame of a movie. Nothing is moving. Every leaf on the massive tangle of grapevines and every other plant in the garden is frozen in place. The neighbor’s trees, the sky above—every…
There is something magical about working in a team. I say this as a deeply introverted person who spends most of his time alone by choice. But it’s true. Not every time, but when it happens, it’s a wonderful thing.Years ago, I had the privilege of working wit…
Yaquina Head Outstanding Natural Area is a place I want to love. On paper it has everything I could ask for in an oceanside photographic destination–diverse and active wildlife, rugged and rocky shoreline, isolated lighthouse, elevated views, tide pools, hidd…
Note: This is a deeply personal post. If you're uncomfortable with a little public soul-searching I suggest you skip this one and move on to the next.On an overcast morning I borrowed Shaun McKillop's Mamiya 645, loaded it with some film and took a walk with …
Leaburg Dam on the McKenzie River in OregonFishing from the piers in Monterey and up the McKenzie River at the Leaburg Dam are some of my few remaining childhood memories of time spent with my dad. At the dam, we sat on the man-made outcroppings on the Highwa…
A Quiet Writer from the Silent Generation"Maybe the secret lies in tension between the music’s downstream flow and memory’s upstream longing, in the human heart’s resistance to the current that bears us always onward."My dad left a blog behind with …
Something wonderful will come your way with a little patience and the right preparation. In Solna, a city just north and west of Stockholm you can find a series of eight highrise buildings Hagalund residential area named Blåkulla, or Blue Hill. They were buil…