Flying Horses
Growing up in Boston in the 50’s, I remember two summertime treats I could sometimes convince my dad to give us at the end of a long hot da…
Growing up in Boston in the 50’s, I remember two summertime treats I could sometimes convince my dad to give us at the end of a long hot da…
I envy anyone who can pick up a pencil and transform a blank piece of paper into into a beautiful sketch. I wanted to produce a series of im…
Within the Great Smokies National Park, the Cades Cove loop is an 11 mile one way drive about one hour west of Gatlinburg (where A Boy Named…
I didn’t get out in the field much to gather new source material last year, so I’m revisiting images I worked on earlier to see how they com…
In an earlier post I described how one of the final steps of my workflow is to add what I refer to as structure lines to the image. The bott…
Often while visiting desert locations I come across worn and weathered trees. Their tangled and distressed branches fascinate me. “Some day …
Let’s use this scene of a boat tied up at a pier in Morro Bay California to describe the steps that I take (called a workflow for true digit…