Europeon Color

Amsterdam

Patterns

Café in Paris

Undisturbed

Rome

Where the Light may fall

New York City

Umbrellas
My favorite word and if you know me, you'll know I took a Classic Latin/Greek Etymology Course recently and am digging on word parts and their meanings.
"Umbr" Latin meaning "shade"
-ella Diminutive Suffix meaning "little"

New York City

Caught

Illusion

Different Perspective

Observing from afar Part II and upclose

New York City

Different forms of Abandonment

Alki Beach, WA

The Lure of Simple Scenes

Alki Beach

Photo is derived from the Greek word Phos which means "light"
-graph is a Greek word meaning "to draw" or "to write"
-er is a noun forming suffix meaning "one who concerns with"

Photographer: One who draws or writes with light.

As a photographer I find it my duty to follow the light, because where the light is, is where my lens should always be.

I love to spend the extra care and attention in getting the perfect shot: exposure, white balance, focus, shutter/aperture. I love photos like these that show evidence that I have to some degree improved technically. The fireweed was taken quickly, and the spiky bulb is one of many I took. I experimented with different DOF and shutter speeds. I remember the light, it was a few moments before the sun was about to start its descent behind the horizon. Perfect lighting. Neither one of these are edited in photoshop. That pleases me to no end.

Dualing Snap Pea Vines

I love to observe the tiniest of worlds.

Observing from afar Part I

New York City

To feel that waking is another dream that dreams of not dreaming and that the death we fear in our bones is the death that every night we call a dream.

Jorge Luis Borges

The Art of Poetry

A waking dream is created - birds weave in and out through waves, escaping the mind's eye. Yet here, the moment ascends, the silence, the fall of the open space between the bird’s wings and the wind. And for one glorious instant the dream exists outside the death of waking.

Autumn Azure

The Trouble with Imagination

Pacific City is a best kept secret. I'm not sure how many people are aware of this beautiful oasis that reminds in a lot of ways of the Oaxacan Coast. Exotic blues, stretches of pale sand, undulated water. It is tucked away off of Hwy 101 along the Oregon Coast and is by far the windiest place I've been.

Jeremy and I often, as most people do, feel a lot stress in the city. While we're both city folk we both enjoy the openness of nature, the ocean, the world.

Luckily for me, the horizon was translucent, polarized without a filter. We had to climb up a steep dune and walk through very hot sand. We also had to contend with extreme winds, but it was worth the burn on the bottom of my feet because what was on the other side are what paintings and dreams are made.