A few weeks back I was cold kickin’ it when my cell phone jumped off the ringer. It was my good friend Bill. I could hear an elation in his voice that is usually not present. He blurted forth that he and his family had just purchased a small cabin along the Conewago Creek in northern York County.
Named for a berry, but wasn’t shit sweet about it. A few weeks ago I linked up with a fellow photographer by the name of Gabe
As implied at the end of the previous post, here are the black & white photos from my recent night trip into downtown Harrisburg.
A couple of months ago friend of mine asked if I would be interested in hanging some photographs in his business. He owns a local legend of an establishment here in Harrisburg, Pa and it would be an honor to see some of my work on its walls. But until everything is official and photographs are hanging, we shall keep its name in obscurity’s selective shadow.
I crept cautiously through the damp grass along the tree line following the dim calls of the huddled geese. I was only rocking a 28-70 on my A7M2 so I needed to be close. As I crossed the road the geese slowly materialized from a dense fog wall hugging the Conodiguinet Creek that sat behind them.
It would seem that this winter in Harrisburg isn’t going to be much of a winter. Most days the temperature tops off in the 50’s and only dips into the high 30’s at night. We have been greeted with more days of fog than days of snow. As of the writing of this post we haven’t received any calculable snow fall, a fact that I wish weren’t true.
It was about a year ago that my love for still photography began to burn bright again. For the 3 years prior I had been
So the other day I’m kicking it at my homeboy’s house with my brother and some friends. After a couple of minutes talking ish, someone suggested we see who can touch the support beam above us. I didn’t participate in the challenge, but I agreed to document the feats of physical prowess that were sure to follow.
After going through some of the more recent photographs I’ve made, I realized that I have been shooting from inside the car a whole bunch. Normally I’m not a fan of car shooting. The dirty windows. The unexpected bumps. But apparently I have strayed from that belief, at least momentarily.