Creative: An Event, circa 2018

For most of my adult life, I was “the” guy when it came to events. I don’t mean I was better than everyone else, only that when it came time for an event, either professional or personal, I was the … Read More

Creative: The Fuji File Magazine

The first issue of “The Fuji File” is here. This isn’t the OFFICIAL copy just yet but the test copy is in the bag. I’ve created upwards of 220+ publications with Blurb, dating back to 2007, but I still make … Read More

Creative: Second XT2 and 50-140 2.8

Bought a second XT2 and 50-140 2.8. A little background. The Fuji XT2 is the first digital camera I’ve had that I actually really like. I got my first digital camera in 1997 and was shooting assignments with it within … Read More

Creative: The Fuji File Three

Yep, I took a selfie. In my own defense it was during test mode. Trying to figure out what all the buttons on the XT2 are actually for. Do you know this camera has autofocus? Wow, news to me. So … Read More

Creative: A Special Moment

I was invited on an early morning boat trip down the coast. The reason for the trip was very personal and not something I want to share here, but I do want to share a few of the images. I … Read More

Creative: Anatomy of Mood

Three images shot within two minutes of one another. Bing, bang, boom. Rain, night, artifacts. A lone camera and lens. Light and composition. This is actually the kind of photography I find myself doing more than anything else, which is … Read More

Creative: Killing Time in San Francisco

Not really. I dream about killing time, but rarely get the time to do it. I was in San Francisco for work, completed a short portrait session then booked over to The Mission to see some old friends. Creative friends. … Read More

Creative: Finally, a Selfie

Yes, I’m doing selfies now. Lots and lots of selfies. It took me years, and I had to print it first before rephotographing it, so it’s a super slow selfie, but it’s a selfie nonetheless. I am my favorite subject … Read More

Creative: Newport Journal April 2017

He smelled like cheap cigarettes. He angled too close to my personal space. A screw head. For sure. A younger, tag-along brother with a cell phone blasting Italian TV tunes. But they weren’t Italian. Neighbors most likely. He immediately gets … Read More