On The Way
December 16, 2018
“Life is a journey, not a destination.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson “If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live
Tag: Harrisburg
Concrete Garden
December 14, 2018
“However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as
Pastel Drive
December 4, 2018
While there is no debating the effect of travel on inspiration, I believe there is something to be said, and more importantly learned, about photographing
A Life Outside
November 21, 2018
For the longest time I held aspirations of moving to a narrow hemlock-lined hollow in the mountains, building a cabin and living out my days alone in quiet contemplation. Free from the distractions and hinderances of societal life, surrounded by beauty I would finally be able find peace and truth. But the older I get, the more I question the path of secluded beauty.
Signs, Signs, Signs
November 16, 2018
The other day while walking around Harrisburg, I was struck at the sheer number and variety of signs I saw. Some were small and suggestive while others were large and commanding. Some held labels, some sold things, but most of them just said “no” in one way or another.
Wider Perspective
November 9, 2018
Prepare to see my perspective widen, or at least those of my photos. I just picked up a new lens, a Sony FE 28mm f/2. For
Three’s Company
November 5, 2018
I’m not gonna lie, I tried to come up with a more better title for this series of photographs, but nope. Oh well. The title isn’t the important thing, unless of course you care about SEO and audience retention, and well…
Turn Around
November 3, 2018
In the previous post, “The Same Wall”, I had every intention to speak in a pragmatic, conversational voice, but inspiration had other plans. I wanted to touch on the casual topic of subjective and objective reality by using a reductive metaphor of a single wall.
The Same Wall
November 1, 2018
We are all staring at the same wall painted in flickering shadows. Infinitely expansive, it is impossible to see in its entirety. So we pick a point on the wall and stare. Careful not to avert our gaze from the dancing dimness, we rarely ask why the dark dances at all.