By happenstance, I scanned this Kodachrome of the Golden Gate Bridge this morning—it’s one of a handful of slides that remind me of a brief trip south from Oregon, in May of 1972.
I don’t recall where I stood to take the shot (along the famous piers, most likely), but I do remember that I snapped it because of the sailboat. Perfect timing, in just the right place.
Other memories are provoked by the picture, too, but they’re fading, almost lost. Mental images are like that. That’s OK, though—sometimes it’s better to cross a bridge without looking back. Because…
Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.
However it’s framed, life on the grasslands of southern Saskatchewan has never been easy.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars. —Carl Sandburg
Years ago…off Interstate 84, east of The Dalles, Oregon…no other technical details available (this is from Fujichrome), except that I had to HURRY.
As usual, scanned on a Nikon Coolscan V, using Silverfast software.
The sun is new each day. —Heraclitus
Ornate. Is there a better adjective to describe Europe’s historic architecture? Here is a small gallery taken during my visits to England.
Light along the Oregon coastline and in the small inland valleys is often naturally diffused by moisture in the air (aka fog), as in this early morning Kodachrome from the 1980s. I converted it to digital using SilverFast 8 software with a Nikon Coolscan V scanner.
I was so naive as a kid I used to sneak behind the barn and do nothing. —Johnny Carson
For a photographer, recognizing grids becomes subconscious after a while. Whether a well-worn door, an aging apartment building, or a brick wall abstracted by colorful paints, we’re attracted to them like a bear is to honeycomb.
To understand is to perceive patterns. —Isaiah Berlin
A trio of photos taken at Thompson’s Mills; after an absence of several months it feels good to return to a place where visual treats are a constant surprise.