Tag: photo
GodBold
The lighting and mood couldn’t be any more perfect. I’m not sure what they did, but it’s right on the tracks and in ag country. Maybe they loaded up bold cows…
I took photos of the same place years ago and gave canvas prints of them as gifts. I think I like this one better.
Alien Burn
This has been my favorite actual burn of the man. The UFO structure beneath him burned forever and held its shape until the final roaring collapse. Pretty incredible. We watched at the very back of the crowd on top of an RV, away from the madness and the heat.
Cell Phone Still Life
This is what a yard looks like in Tucson. I love it. I never understood grass with all its maintenance and water waste. Give me a good ol’ gravel yard any day. I took this with the fairly crappy camera on my phone but still love the composition.
The sky just blew on in
I took a bunch of shots of the sky as it changed, I must have 10 totally different skies in 10 minutes. I love the mountains of New Mexico- and when my mom pointed out her whirlygig, it made the perfect silhouette. Silhouettes have always been something I was artistically drawn to- I paint them, photograph them, am endlessly fascinated by them.
Bob, pretty boy
The late fall light was perfect, and Bob just stared me down and didn’t twitch except to try and make the fly you can see on his face move away. I’ve got this one on my wall.
Not a Bad Place to Rest
This great old truck is parked on some quiet property out in rural New Mexico- I’m sure it hasn’t gone anywhere for many years but I wouldn’t mind my last rest to be in these beautiful hills. It looks like maybe a ’60s era GMC but I’m not really sure. Any ideas?
Fall Flowers in New Mexico
Finally processing some fall images from a trip to NM- makes me look forward to spring! I love the colors, I have a few others with close ups of insects that I’ll have to post as well.
Pin-Up Take 1
Maybe I like shooting people as well…can’t really take a bad picture of this model though 😉
Dust Storm Rising – Deming, NM
The dust storm grew behind, metal rattling and voices howling. Before we turned tail against the angry stinging sand, a train rumbled by, the empty windows of this abandoned place staring desolate through the flashes of space between cars.
Roads on Her Face 