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Through photos and text, the autobiographical journey of iPhone photographer, Jack Hollingsworth.
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    Photography Lives

    Creativity and the art of seeing, is not something at all, as a photographer worth his or her salt, that you can randomly turn off and on. It doesn’t work like this. It’s either off or on… all the time. At least, this is how it works for and with me. This is because the…

    Full of Yourself

    As a popular, cultural idiom, being “full of yourself” is generally not a good thing. It’s a bad thing. It’s usually the equivalent of being conceited, arrogant, egotistical, loud, and obnoxious. Who the hell wants to endear themselves to or be around this type of personality? No-one. But, in the way I understand language, there’s…

    Just To Love And Be Loved In Return

    February 14, 2023, Valentine’s day. As both, a strange and enchanted boy and a life-long, career photographer and trained portraitist, I have admired, through my lens, from afar and close-up, literally thousands of unique and beautiful women and men alike. Oh my. Click. I can’t even begin to tell you how bewitching this has been…

    Learning to See

    You can easily, without question, as millions of photographers do every year, learn to shoot (a camera), over the course of a long weekend. Click But trust me when I tell you, that, on the other hand, learning to see (with and without a camera), will take you a lifetime. I’m convinced that, in this…

    Eye. Heart. Head.

    Lately, I’m not quite sure just why I’ve been feeling a bit reflective and ruminative about my photography. Or, more appropriately, my journey and place in photography’s history. When you have been around photography, as long as I have, there seems to be an equal measure of highs and lows, both of which you must…

    Duh!

    I have been noticing lately, especially online, in the larger Social Media platforms, how many big-name, well-known, reputable photographer types, are coming slowly around to the reality that the iPhone camera is no joke. Duh. These professional photographers are starting to realize, both the significance and magnificence, of the iPhone camera, as an unbelievable capture,…

    A Hell Of A Week

    This past week has been nuts. Really crazy. We had a rare, monster ice storm in Austin. We, along with everyone else, lost power, the internet, and many of our precious yard branches and trees. Shannon and I, out of necessity, holed up in a local hotel to wait out the storm (that part was…

    Shadows

    It’s odd, perhaps, to a certain extent, even ironic, that we spend so much of our, yes, adult lives, living in the shadow of others. We get so comfortable in the shadows of others, that we lose our own identity and sense of self-worth and value. Someone else’s shadow become our reality. In a way,…

    The Horizontal Tango

    For the better part of my professional photography career, especially during my analog, dedicated camera days, I shot, predominantly, horizontals. I think, for the most part, that was because, it was pre-internet, and most of the available commercial work in the editorial space, appeared in annual reports and magazine spreads, which were predominantly horizontal in…

    Always Remember Us This Way

    Lady Gaga   That Arizona sky burnin’ in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire It’s buried in my soul like California gold You found the light in me that I couldn’t find So when I’m all choked up But I can’t find the words Every time we say…

    Cuba: 90 miles from Exotic

    This will be my last post on Cuba. Thanks so much for coming along and enjoying this journey with me to Old Havana. This trip was unforgettable, Thanks in large part, to my dear Cuban friends and guides, Wilber and Yirka. I will be returning in April, for some more shooting and a brief scouting…

    Cuba: Linda

    Linda is only 18 years old (legal age in Cuba) but had the camera maturity of someone much older. I photographed here twice, for around 2 hours each, on the streets in Old Havana, on my last trip through town. She was studying to be a dancer. And you could surely tell by the way…