Category: Fine Art

I’m no student of meteorology, but it seems to me that because of the influence of the ocean it’s impossible to predict the severity of the winter storms that hit the area. The weather folks issue warnings, alerts, talk about accumulations in feet instead of inches. Really it’s all a big crap shoot.

So tonight they’re talking about  1 to 2 feet of snow, schools have already cancelled, the grocery stores are packed like it’s the end of the world. There are lines at the gas stations, everyone is prepping their generators – OK, I’ll admit I’ll probably dig out the camp stove just in case, it’s the best I can do … no generator to get ready. (more…)

My parents are buried in a small rundown cemetery on the top of a hill in Wheeling, West Virginia. It’s not far from where I grew up, but it isn’t exactly around the corner from New hampshire, so I don’t get back there a lot.

When I do, there are two things that always happen – I have long tearful conversations with them, take stock of where I’ve been, where I’m at and where I’m heading. I suspect a therapist would have a field day if these conversations were recorded … thankfully they stay at the cemetery. (more…)

Decided that since the beach is a favorite for me, it was the place to start 2013. Up at 4:30am, out the door by 5, coffee steaming and a thermos full for warmth later. At the beach and on the sand before 5:30 – more than hour to kill before false dawn, wind blowing and guess what…it’s not exactly balmy out!

Doesn’t matter, the air is crisp and clean, just what I need for a start to a year. (more…)

Crazy light this last day of the year – at 6:45am it’s still dark with a foggy overcast. Heading out with the dog for his morning run, grabbed a camera knowing the light was too cool to pass up.

Fog is ever present on the trail – slow, slow shutter speeds but still shooting wide open, my favorite combination for shooting. Old and familiar all look different in this light, a light that happens rarely – even more rare to be in a spot to work with it. (more…)

One of the hardest things for many people is to step back from your work and see where its going. Most artists suffer from that myopic vision. Either you think your work is amazing, super important and you can’t understand why the phone isn’t ringing off the hook from galleries and clients – or you are so down on your work that its value and impact is lost in a sea of self doubt. (more…)

ECCA Art Show

November 16, 2009

A few weeks ago I got an email from Karen Desrosiers, a writer, artist and chief cook and bottle washer of ECCA, Exeter Center for Creative Arts. Their third annual art show was being put together, would I be interested in submitting a few pieces of work for the juried show? (more…)

Busman’s holiday

October 22, 2009

Well, if we assume that that expression comes from when a busman went on vacation, he or she had to drive, then the title for the post works…if not, please tell me the genesis of the expression.

My nephew was married recently in Pittsburgh, PA. I went – carrying only 1 camera and 1 lens. (more…)