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As a poet/artist, when you choose to live your photographic life, autobiographically, as I do, it means, for those paying attention to the transformations taking place behind the lens, that your clicks represent all the rumblings and reverberations taking place deep within-mini and majestic. What takes place behind the lens spills out in front of…

I was coming back, from a commercial portrait shot, and happened to be in the neighborhood of a long-time, close, lady friend of mine. I saw her car in the driveway, so I shortly stopped, to say hello, get a hug, and exchange words and emotions. I was in the mood for a connection. We…

When I woke up this morning, for some odd reason, my mind raced back to my very first, virgin adventure overseas, to England, Ireland, Germany, and Rotterdam, in 1975, and what it felt like to have another first, a shiny Minolta SRT 101, in my hands. Even though growing up, in an athletic, not artistic…

As is my annual custom and routine, every year, around this time, from Thanksgiving to New Year, I begin to draft a loose editorial calendar, outlining, to the best of my ability, all the topics, tales, and themes, I want to write about and produce, for the upcoming year. So I thought, I might first…

If you were to share with me, say, your top 200 photos, from your camera roll, or from wherever you store your prized memories and moments, I could easily tell you, in a couple of minutes time, what kind of photographer you were, what, in this world, you considered important, where your photo strengths lie,…

There are places and destinations, in this world, so multi-faceted, multi-dimensional, multi-sensory, that are not only impossible to accurately describe, even extol, but seem to get under your skin and never, ever leave you. Like ever. India is such a place for me. She lives deep in me. For those of you that have seen…

“Are you a photographer,” she shyly asked. “I am,” I said. “Do you shoot with a DSLR or your iPhone,” she asked again. “My iPhone,” I proudly said back. I could tell, immediately, like me, she had an enchantment with mobile photography. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in the weight…

A new friend of mine, and a promising, young photographer, recently told me that, until meeting me, she never quite heard anyone speak of photography as a “love affair”. In her own words, her teachers taught a “classroom affair” to photography-dry, predictable, rote, without feeling. I knew exactly what she meant. I remember having these…

A few weeks back, I was dining, seated outdoors, late afternoon, at my favorite Italian bistro, Numero 28, in downtown Austin, and enjoying my best-loved menu dish, Eggplant Lasagna. Yummie. Seated right beside me, were two very lovely ladies, both mid-50s, and dressed like artist types. Gorgeous-both of them. The scene of them together, laughing,…

I am, for the most part, a solid mixture of causal and intentional photography. Sometimes, when the mood and moment strike, I let the images, in a zen-like fashion, come to me. I feel them. I listen for them. I wait for them. Other times, I shoot with the greatest possible deliberation and determination. I…

When the girls were little, Shannon and I, every Fall, without fail, use to bring them, and their friends in tow, to these roadside carnivals, along with Austin’s US 290. Granted, they were cheesy as hell but still fun beyond belief. And I, for one, have so many fond and pleasant family memories from these…

The last few days, for personal reasons of life and love, I was feeling a bit introspective. So be it. I’ve recently learned to accept, even invite, these self-observing, contemplative moments. Something always good comes out the other end. Today was no different. Truth be told, I was, more or less, haunted, even chased, all…