Journeys
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This is one of the most beautiful spots in Chatham, NY. Right behind me is one of the oldest stone bridges in the area. I only edited the road and grass just a bit… added some saturation and did my notorious blur/equalize. Didn’t touch the sky though.
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Jess and I went to the quarry near her house and leapt off the fifty foot dirt piles. Mama Clum caught this great shot of me taking the plunge. We ended up caked with dirt and mud under the fingernails, but no worse for the wear. The hands and the dirt really make this photo,... Read More
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This just happened to be one of those lucky moments where you’re walking along and you spy a great shot. So I grabbed the digital and snapped this one. What caught my eye was the shiny wallpaper. It creates a cross-like effect with the light and the rich red floor really seems to compliment the... Read More
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Well, in an unexpected turn I found internet access in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains, but only for a few moments, so here is a basic rundown of my week so far. I drove all day Saturday through Pennsylvania and Virginia and watched the sun set dusty rose on the Shenendoah Valley. I... Read More
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Well, in about five minutes I’m going to be heading out to North Carolina for the week, so I’m not going to be able to update the blog or check my email. I’ll be shooting down through Virginia and visiting Greenville, SC and maybe even Atlanta, GA. When I get back though I’ll be sure... Read More
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After a late start out of Edison, NJ, and a tiring luggage haul through Penn Station, I finally settled in a comfortable car headed north through Poughkeepsie and into Hudson. We followed the Hudson River the entire trip, with its snake-like windings glistening in the midday sun, and I was surprised at how enchanting its... Read More
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The night is bright here with an artificial light. Stale, crisp blue and orange lights flood the hard edges of the trucks and cement, making everything pale and unnaturally colored. The night is also quiet save the enormous growl and snarl of long wide-eyed monsters – dirty, smoking and tired. The air moves inconspicuously from... Read More
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Reflections at Spring Lake Park
The reflection of the streetlights ripple and dance like flames on the surface of the water, while the fountain churns its unending chorus of subtle harmony. Cars move on the far side of the lake, devoid of sound and soul. The bats move erraticly above me, diving and shifting and casting their terrible shadows on... Read More
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He stood alone on a dark hillside and watched the world. Lights blinked and the wind whispered mysteries to the midnight stars. The hill before the young man undulated in the moonlight as each stalk of untouched wheat moved to the will of the brisk October air. There was a town there beneath him, an... Read More
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A talkative brook, 20 feet wide and the color of burnt midnight, runs by on the left. Patches of translucent sepia glow in sun-formed patterns. The stream speaks with the voice of a thousand whispers, taking occasion to slap the air with its wetness. Ever-appearing foam streaks accentuate the lumbering, potato-like stones. A mossy stick... Read More
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The battlefield is set and each warrior is numbed by the blood pounding in his ears and the sound of an uncertain tommorrow. Like a deathly breeze, the wind of a hundred thousand frightened men gasping and blowing their last breath sweeps across the the field and dark spots appear before their eyes. Without warning,... Read More
