I am pleased as punch to announce I’m finalizing design and layout for my new photo book, tentatively titled Flat Land, Good Light. Lots of people dismiss flat land as boring, but to that I say, “au contraire!” (Please note all the benefit I got out of two years of high school French.) Here is a sneak peak:

yep, that's tumbleweed!

                Yep, that’s tumbleweed!

Included will be images from the midwest, down to the Mississippi Delta, through Colorado and beyond. Heck, there’s flat land even at 10,000 feet!


                    Flat land at 10K feet

Stay tuned!


I recently made a visit to Australia. It wasn’t a vacation. I was a supporting member of a somber, personal pilgrimage to honor the life of a family member. The most important day was the day we travelled the Great Ocean Road, which held special significance in many ways. Here are a few places we visited and contemplated that day.

The Twelve Apostles

The Twelve Apostles

The Twelve Apostles are a set of limestone stacks the rough waves of the Southern Ocean erode at approximately 1 inch/year. Once actually collapsed in 2005. As these stacks erode, new ones will form from the outcroppings of the main land mass starting as small islands, developing caves, then eroding into arches which will eventually collapse to become stacks like these once again. Birth, life, death, regeneration.

Muttonbird Island

Muttonbird Island

Muttonbird Island (which contains an arch) was the site of a catastrophic shipwreck in 1878. The clipper ship Loch Ard ran aground here. Out of 54 aboard, only two survived.

Loch Ard Gorge-1
On the other side of Muttonbird Island is Loch Ard Gorge, where the only two survivors of the wreck washed. One, a 15 year old ship-hand, washed ashore. Upon hearing the cries of the other surviving passenger, a 17 year old girl, he returned to the churning water to rescue her. He then climbed up the sheer cliff to summon help. Hearing the old story made me want to hear the two went on to fall in love and marry, but the truth was they didn’t stay in contact with each other. This gorge is beautiful, the sand beach serene, but the power in the churning waves, the rocks, and sheer cliff faces seem to whisper, “Just try me…”.

We spent that day remembering, telling stories, and sharing respect for these places and the person who loved them so much. It was a good day.

For Pete. Cheers, mate.

Present in the Here and Now

The past year or so I’ve been acclimating to my new life in the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains. I live in South Park (yes, that South Park!) and it an amazing place. So much life is here – the people, the land, the living creatures – surrounding me. My existence in this place and time is a gift I need to pay forward. I plan to do it photographically. My personal way of seeing recognizes the beauty and wonder in things perhaps not stereotypically beautiful, but possessing a strength and resonance the attuned observer notices and feels. This is the basis for my process and the images I create.

Not all is idyllic here, though. Life is hard for many, both rural and urban. I recently had the privilege of making portraits for some 40 folks affiliated with Colorado Coalition for the Homeless. Talk about a life-affirming experience! Folks were joyful! People told me their stories and accomplishments and we shared a wonderful afternoon together.

As I start the year, the people I met that day are mentors for me. Just keep moving. Observe, work, improve, look back to recognize progress, appreciate, and continue moving again.


Drumming up the Sun: winter solstice celebration


This gallery contains 12 photos.

I was delighted to get invited to an unofficial Denver-area tradition – drumming up the sun on the day of winter solstice. The folklore behind it (indian and naturalistic traditions, etc.) involves celebrating the re-awakening of Mother Earth by the … Continue reading

I’ve got the “look-arounds”….

In chapter 15 of my all-time favorite book, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, Calpurnia says Jem “has the look-arounds”. I love that. It describes (but in a different context, thankfully) exactly how I feel living in my new home – Park County, Colorado. I’m curious to learn about this new place – its past, present, and the people who are as much a part of it as the contour of the land and the individual grains of mineral in the soil. I’m antsy to get started. The best thing to do is just start – so here goes. A few first impressions…

The plains

These were taken in Washington and Arapahoe Counties east of Denver. Since I come from the great Black Swamp area of NW Ohio, I’ve learned to love the stark beauty of flat land and good light.

Washington County, Colorado-2

Corn, Washington County, CO-1

Lane, Washington County, CO-1

Plowed Field, Washington County, CO-1


It’s going to take a while to develop my “mountains eye”. There are a lot of things that can mess you up photographing in the mountains. It gets light later and dark earlier than on flat land. “The golden hour” light doesn’t mean anything when mountains between you and the sun throw your subject into dark shadow. Argh. Mountain lions and bears are another possibility. Those could make your day…or not.

Near Pine, Jefferson County, CO, CO-1

Near Boreas Pass, Park county, CO-1