Isolated Pool, the Cascades
In an earlier post, I presented a detail from a spot that I’ve visited since I was a boy, and to which I have returned countless times to make photographs. On this occasion, just one day after I made the first image of rocks, Chalk Creek, and lichens, I found this trio of boulders guarding a small pool from the furor of the snow-melt stoked creek, and resolved to contrast the calmness of the pool with the anger of Chalk Creek in early summer.
Porsche Race, Hastings
To be clear, I’m not a racing photographer. In a past life, yes, I was a photojournalist, and yes, I shot lots of sports and news. But I prefer documentary work, transcendent work that examines and expresses the essence of cultures, places and landscapes. Moreover, on this blog I don’t post on weekends, but I’m making an exception to avoid forgetting this photo.
One spring morning, I just couldn’t help myself. Photographically, that happens a lot.
This bright orange Porsche 911 Turbo kept buzzing down a straightaway in front of me, and transfixed as I was by the guardrails, two trees and green grass, I resolved to express the speed in which the 911 flew around the track.