As a photograph ages it takes on a new life.

Hello, to everyone out there.

Welcome to my new web site and Blog. I’ll be using this place to share new and old photos, thoughts about photography, art, life, my adventures and snippets of my particular (or peculiar) style of wisdom. I hope you find it enjoyable, engaging and visually stimulating. I would, of course, appreciate any and all comments you might have and if you do enjoy it, by all means please share it with others.

One of my all time favorite photographs. My Mother and older sister, taking some of her very first steps. The surreal colors and location, the loving gesture of a mother and her first child. There is something almost post apocalyptic about it, both beautiful and haunting.             White Sands NM about 1954.

One of my all time favorite photographs. My Mother and older sister, taking some of her very first steps. The surreal colors and location, the loving gesture of a mother and her first child. There is something almost post apocalyptic about it, both beautiful and haunting. White Sands NM about 1954.

A nice place to began this blog is by sharing to some very old images. These photos were not taken by me. Some were taken in the early 1900’s and borrowed from my grandmothers photo album the others were captured by my father. He used an Argus 35mm camera loaded with what at the time was a brand new product from Kodak…color slide film.

A wonderful thing I have learned about photography is how well it ages. As time passes photos gain new value and meaning by reminding us how different the world was. Like a crystal ball to the past we can peer back to the very moment the shutter was pressed suspending in time a fraction of a second from another era, a testimonial to how temporary our lives and the world as we know it really is. The environment, fashions and styles change drastically, the human experience however remains largely the same. I find comfort in this, it’s a gentle reminder to relax and try not to get stressed out and take myself too seriously. Everything changes and one day even the Sun will die.

I think it’s good to bear this in mind when shooting, editing and storing images. Sometimes what seems like a very mundane average image can take on new life and meaning with the passage of time, when some unknown eyes from the future are looking through the crystal ball of photography at your suspended moments of a distant past.

I find this shot particularly  haunting. It appears to be an accidental double or triple exposure. I love the gesture of the man with his back to us, the soft figure of another person just above her shoulder and the tree of the promised land in the distance.  The smile of a young woman, my Grandmother, full of hopes and desires. This photo has a very dream like quality to it. The layers of images from a distant era transposed upon one another. Like peering into a crystal ball.

I find this shot particularly haunting. It appears to be an accidental double or triple exposure. I love the gesture of the man with his back to us, the soft figure of another person just above her shoulder and the tree of a promised land in the distance. The smile of a young woman, my Grandmother, full of hopes and desires. This photo has a very dream like quality to it. The layers of images from a distant era transposed upon one another. Like peering into a crystal ball to the past.

From my Grandmothers album.  A beautiful day in the life of a group of young woman making sand castles along the river. They’re all long gone now, all that remains is this photo, of a wonderful moment in time. “And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually”  Jimi Hendrix

From my Grandmothers album. A beautiful day in the life of a group of young woman making sand castles along the river. They’re all long gone now, all that remains is this photo, of a wonderful moment in time.
“And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually” Jimi Hendrix

I remember hearing that the native Americans were superstitious about having their photographs taken because they thought it might capture their soul. I believe to some extent this is true. When I look into the eyes of people in old photographs it is like a window to their soul. I get a sense who they are (or were) and empathize with their lives and experience of that moment suspended in time. I know that they too had lives full of joys, love, fears and concerns, yet now all that remands is a ghostly image in an old photograph.

Then of course, a lot of photographs are just for fun, or beauty and art, or for no reason at all, except to be enjoyed. In the long run photography and life for that matter, are about having fun, spreading the love,  sharing our lives, ideas and important stories with passion and enjoying a brief moment in time.

My mother, big sister and me. I have a little sister too, but her presence was yet to be concived at his point in time. Colorado about 1958

My mother, big sister and me. I have a little sister too, but her presence was yet to be conceived at his point in time.
Colorado about 1958

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