Well, technically I really don’t consider myself a photographer. However, I do consider myself an artist, of which I have been all my life. Using photography as my preferred form of artistic expression is very recent. And while I’ve taken photos all of my life I’ve only just recently made it a daily, and very important part of my life. Growing up, both my parents took a lot of pictures. We had a dark room in the basement of our house, so I was able to print my own photographs. The process of taking the picture and then being able to control the print was fascinating to me. I loved the idea of being able to bring what I “saw” to life on paper. However, more recently I purchased a small digital camera. The goal was to have the camera with me at all times so that I could take “reference shots” for painting and drawing purposes. Instead, the photographs have now become my ‘paintings’ – and I use them to express my vision, to tell my story instead of using paint. I originally was interested in abstract forms that could be found wherever I went. The way light would fall on the side of a building. Or perhaps how patterns could be seen in nature. Being a professional graphic designer, I tended to take pictures that were extremely graphic in nature. That aspect really hasn’t changed. I like taking photos of nature most. I feel very strongly that what we find in nature can tell us a lot about ourselves, if we only take the time to look and to ponder the relationships. For we are elements of nature ourselves… we forget that we are as organic and as individual as a leaf, as changeable as the wind, and can provide as much warmth as the sun. The best part about being a photographer is being a part of the world. Taking pictures of the things that you like and inspire you, forces you to stop and take notice of these things. It makes you appreciate more of what’s around you… and gives you the ability to share it with others. I’m not sure which I like better– the process of taking the pictures, or sharing them with others. They are both extremely rewarding experiences. Ever since I started taking photographs, I notice so much more of what is going on around me. And I see phenomenal things. Perhaps they’ve always been there and I just didn’t have my eyes – or my heart – open to them. But I now see things like circular rainbows high in the sky (on a perfectly clear day)… or a ball of brilliant color hanging like a jewel among the clouds. To me these are truly amazing sights. I believe they reveal the great force of life surrounding us if we only believe, if we only have the faith to ‘see’. My advice for young Soaring Photographers is Just Do It! Have fun. Experiment. Don’t be afraid to try different things. In fact, just don’t be afraid. Justget out there and start taking pictures. The more you take, the more you will develop your own visual voice – and you’ll find that you have your own unique story to tell through the collection of pictures you take.
“Divine Peony” to me, is just that. When I downloaded the photos from my digital camera to my computer and started to go through the day’s “shots” this one just had the most celestial / divine quality to it.
Fun Activities To Do: Write a caption or essay for this photo. How does this photo make you feel? What senses does this photo arouse? How does the flower smell? What do the petals feel like?
I was out on my daily walk, and had just put my camera away and was about to head home when I heard a splash in the ditch I was walking alongside. It was there that I found this little guy hiding out with a big Buddha-like smile on his face.
Fun Activities To Do: Write a caption or essay about this delightful frog. What is he doing? What is he thinking? What is he about to do next?
There is a cranberry bog near my house that I walk to every day. This spring there were several geese families raising their young. It was fascinating to watch the little babies grow up, and to see how the parents carefully watch over and protect them. Fun Activities to Do: Write a caption or essay about these geese and goslings. Where are they going ? Where did they come from? What are the babies thinking?