This is the third in the series of four images taken at a small public dock in Annapolis, MD.
There are not many pictures of myself on the Internet … actually, there are not many pictures of myself at all, as I’d rather focus on other, more interesting topics. However, the Pinhole Blender gave me an opportunity to put together three images of myself in the same frame, which I think worked out nicely. The question then becomes whether or not a self portrait can be successful without including the full face. Actually, I think that that is a more interesting question than the inclusion itself, so I decided to leave it out.
This is another in my series of pinhole sieve images. This one is of a house that sits alongside a quiet stream, which meanders through the woods.
Although words can be very powerful, they sometimes do fall short. This is the case when it comes to my feelings about Winter. To be diplomatic about the subject, it will suffice to be said that I appreciate it less than the other three seasons of the year. For this reason, Spring gains in importance, being the time when the birds return, flowers begin to bloom, Baseball season starts up, and we can start going outside without having to wear a jacket.
View From The Fence captures my feeling of being given a range of choices during this wonderful time that were not previously available, be it simply sitting on a bench, or standing on a fence to get a better view. What are the children looking at? This is something better imagined on your own, but if you must know then the answer can be found here.
This is a complement to the Kathy Reading. The image is actually rather small, being a contact print of a 4.5X6 cm negative, and my preference is for the smaller size, as it is more intimate.
Shown here is another expired paper photogram. I explained the process for creating these in my entry “Photogram 19.”
One of my favorite images is House Of Dreams, and I have even offered an image from behind the house. This image was taken inside.
Bromoil wonderfully allows me to offer this much with the same feeling I had when I was inside. How many stories might have been told? What joys? What sadnesses? These questions can only be answered through guess and imagination, and that is where I would like the viewer to remain.




