First Cast
A lake in February, a fisherman who has been there since five and mist that took the far shore away. The photographs are almost grey on purpose. The exposure sits a stop over what the meter wants. Mist is white;…
Winter (02)
Winter Moon
January, minus eight, and the sky so clear the moon had edges. I took the long lens up to the roof, balanced it on the parapet and photographed the same crescent for an hour while it climbed. A moon is…
Stay in the frame
New work, field notes and the occasional dispatch from wherever the light is good.