Yesterday was a gray day with occasional snowfall adding a white mist to the air. In the afternoon I took a hike at French Regional Park hoping to see migrating trumpeter swans on the lake. I found no swans but I did hear Songs of November — songs of cold Read more…
As the end of November approaches, bare tree branches reach for the sky. Gardens have been put to bed for the year. The world is becoming less colorful. Creatures, large and small are preparing for the long winter months or migrating south. The weather begins to turn colder and The Read more…
This morning after going to the exercise class that I love to hate (though it’s good for my body it’s really hard work!) I decided to take A Walk before the Rain at nearby West Medicine Lake Park. The sun was still shining through thin clouds and lots of people Read more…
Here is my next photo/essay in my project series of photos and essays (#6)… Feathered Friends As a child growing up on an Iowa farm I was surrounded by animals. Our farm had milk cows, chickens, ducks, hogs, and cattle. Because both my parents worked so hard caring for all Read more…
Often when I make photographs I think about Seeing the Unseeable Through the lens of my camera I look deeply into the marrow of life to discover its hidden order, its rhythms, the luminant transparency of it all. I want to look deeply into the nature of things and see Read more…