I recently participated in an online presentation on collecting photography and approaching galleries. It was hosted by an active photography collector, not a creator, and she had an interesting perspective. There were a little over two hundred participants, and a vast number, just based on the questions after the talk, were photographers wanting to know one thing. How to be seen.
Read MoreUnder the green shade of giant western trees, I wander with camera and tripod resting on my shoulder. The hanging moss, the thick understory, the thundering roar of waterfall all transform this Oregon woodland into a fable.
Read MoreThere’s a cold stickiness to the air and the ever present roar of layered breakers far off shore. The rich ochre sand under my bare feet is fine and chilled. There are houses here, but the graying texture of their weathered facades prevents any kind of dating. It’s a blended existence along this rustic coastline.
Read MoreI turned local instead. And our local ecosystem is pretty special, living at the base of the Sisters Mountains and the Central Oregon Cascades. As the summer set in I started to hike a series of long distance routes weaving throughout the Sisters Wilderness.
Read MoreTo walk along a river each morning, its bank edged with juniper and ponderosa, marsh grass and other unnamed water plants.
Read MoreEach morning for the past two weeks I’ve been walking the same three mile river loop that hugs a small section of the Deschutes River. There’s been clarity in walking the same morning route, a kind of raw meditation in the repetition.
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