You Can’t Save Them All

You Can’t Save Them All

I went looking for an image to add to my website. I was working on the Humans folio and wanted a color portrait from the 1990s. I thought of the sessions I did in Paris in May of 1999. I also thought of Rose, one of the models I worked with. I think she was a dancer. She had a…
Ancient Photo Material

Ancient Photo Material

Polaroid Works The camera itself was not that expensive. But all the stuff you needed to go with it added up quick. Especially the lenses. They could cost up to $2500 each or more, depending on their quality and you would need at least 3 different ones. It's funny, but those lenses are not so expensive these days, but that…
Just Another Body Part

Just Another Body Part

I suppose I have seen it all more or less. But then I have been in photography and the arts in general for about 50 years. I did my undergraduate work in graphic design and  my masters in photography and along the way studied a gazillion hours of art history. The big debate in the subject of the nude was always…
Warm and Fuzzy

Warm and Fuzzy

I think yes, that when I arrived in Seattle in 1984 I had already settled into a look as it were, a way of working. I loved black and white, shot a lot of infrared and in general was interested in the pictorial tradition or warm and fuzzy as I call it. And of course I was interested in the…
And Yet I Ruminate

And Yet I Ruminate

I guess the gilding the lily thing kind gets me and plays into my psyche a bit. The feeling of being criticized for doing something well. And wondering why? It also touches on a lot of old issues about whether I was a fine artist or a commercial artist? I am both, but am I good at both or merely…
Barely Worn Shoes

Barely Worn Shoes

That’s interesting about her. I always knew she was quirky and carved her own path in life. But I always admired her for that. That she was able to do what she wanted to do in life and live life on her terms, even if it meant living modestly and as you say, off the grid. I hope whoever is…
Weary

Weary

Entering the cold dark days of winter. I feel tired a lot. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Long walks help. But there's a lot of waiting. Waiting. And more waiting. When asked how I am doing, it really hard to say exactly and the only word that comes to mind is weary.