Never two days at the same time…
As weird as major time-zone changes are to my brain, trying to sort photos after jumping time-zones in my camera timestamp is just annoying. Coming and going, making days extremely…
Now, away we go…
Back on the road, back in the airports. The Little Rock airport, now, for a pretty big jump. LIT>DTW>CDG>FLA. FLA = Florence, Italy. A few miles underfoot this Thanksgiving week.…
In the land of wind…
Chicago. Finally a moment to wander the streets with no agenda, no work to do. A few touristy things and a whole lot of film through the M4-P. These are…
How far now, shoes…
Ever wonder how many steps you take with a single pair of shoes? Through a dozen countries, so many sidewalks, paths, hallways, living rooms… Who knows…? Stay tuned… -Noah D.
For what every music is worth…
What a great subject matter to make the 700th post on the Fledgling Photographer Blog! Concert photography is one of my favorite genres. And it looks like it will be…
A mirror is as a mirror does…
I rarely show people the back of my camera as I’m working. I don’t really know why, though. Perhaps it is some sort of artistic jealousy or protectiveness of “I…
Variety never gets old….
“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” ~Confucious I was told early on by my mentor Jeff Montgomery, the only…
What to do with old cameras…
Now that the conquest of the digital camera has thoroughly pushed film into the realm of “enthusiast” and “artsy” it is fascinating to see what happens when you expose photography…
Revolution #974,089…
If you cover many international “incidents” – and I’ve only covered a few – but there seems to be one major thing in common. Its almost possible to boil it…
The brief seconds of Madrid…
Sometimes, I will make a photo that, if I only took one that entire day – sometimes entire week! – I would be content. For some reason, something technically, aesthetically,…
This is not unusual…
Today I visited an unusual situation. Though, not because it is actually “not typical” all over the world – yes, even in the States – but because I had never…
The human I saw in passing…
On the day a child was buried, I was there. On the day a child was buried, as his body was being loaded into the back of his father’s pick-up…