The Sand Hills (or, as Nebraskans do it, the Sandhills) are a challenging, subtle place to photograph; few trees or geographic landmarks exist to help define a sense of scale in any photo. That may be why I’m so drawn to the area: It’s a challenge. But, I think it is more the immense expanse of the sky, the clarity of vision and the openness of the landscape that simply tantalizes me with the question, “What if?”
The Southwest is my mistress. Continue reading
I was in Lincoln, Neb., yesterday for some business Continue reading
Harrison, Neb., is hoping for a new fire hall in 2013, and I couldn’t just stand by and watch as 275 people tried to finance such an endeavor all by themselves. Continue reading
If you’ve never wandered The Plaza in Santa Fe on a winter’s night, you’re missing quite the experience. Continue reading
Textures, light and variation: visual drugs for photographers.
This is my second image from Carhenge, and by far my favorite.
Fall is a wonderful time in Nebraska: No, I’m not waxing poetically about Husker football, but about the fall colors. Autumn is dry here, chilly and clear, while the colors are vivid and the harvest dust luminescent; roadsides offer their own version of micro-scenery, as if the plants themselves are trying valiantly to contribute something to the already vibrant hues of the season.
Ansel Adams was a staunch promoter of the axiom, “Expose for the shadows, print for the highlights.”
I’ve been asked on many occasions how remote Nebraska must be: no towns; no people; and no light. Continue reading