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Shutterbug Staff Aug 01, 2007 1 comments

"Sunlit Lily Pads"
I went to PepsiCo Gardens in Purchase, New York, on a very hot summer day. It was 98Þ and I hate the heat. However, I was determined to increase my infrared portfolio and it was now or never. I took my Nikon F100 with me and drove over the George Washington Bridge from New Jersey to take photographs of the Gardens. I...

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Shutterbug Staff Jul 01, 2007 0 comments

"Budding Photographer?"
While cleaning the yard last summer, I came across a baby praying mantis. Excited, I carefully picked him up and placed him in my wildflower area. I ran in the house to get my camera and tripod, then set up and fired off a couple of exposures.

Realizing that I wanted to get some fill light, I ran back into my house...

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Shutterbug Staff Jun 01, 2007 0 comments

"There's No Place Like Home"
I live at the end of a sandpit that curves off the northeasternmost tip of Bainbridge Island, just off the coast of Seattle, Washington. In January the combination of high tides and low barometric pressure frequently floods out the street at our end of the sandpit.

The tide was particularly high on...

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Shutterbug Staff May 01, 2007 0 comments

Observant Eye
Touring Nepal in 1994 with a small group of women, I was in awe of the prayer flags flying everywhere--cities, villages, and even remote countryside. My favorite site was the Bodnath Stupa in Kathmandu, where streams of prayer flags caught my eye and where the "Buddha eyes" that adorn the temple followed my every move. I took...

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Shutterbug Staff Apr 01, 2007 0 comments

In the fall of 2001, I went to Florence, Italy, to study Fine Arts. With my first camera, the Nikon N60, in hand I went out to explore the city that would be my home for the next six months. I soon noticed that the city of Florence had a million stories just waiting to be told. Listening to the sounds of the motor scooters buzzing around the streets and the infectious giggles from...

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Shutterbug Staff Mar 01, 2007 0 comments

My wife and I were on safari in Tanzania. It was our last day at Ngorongoro Crater, the world's largest waterless caldera (a volcano that fell in on itself). It's 7500 ft so you can't see the crater due to the mist.

I finished breakfast and was going to our room to get our luggage as we were leaving shortly. I was going past...

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Shutterbug Staff Feb 01, 2007 0 comments

During the summer of 2005, I attended a photography course in Prague in the Czech Republic. One Saturday we took a field trip to the town of Ceské Budejovice near the Czech border with Austria. There, one of my fellow photographers hurriedly summoned me to the scene of this moody photograph, which I have to come to call "Bike Boy." The boy played with sticks and...

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Shutterbug Staff Jan 01, 2007 0 comments

Retired in Hawaii, I cling to my native Oklahoma "roots," especially since most of my family still lives there and despite being away from the state for years, I've maintained my Oklahoma drawl.

As an Okie, I've had a lifelong fascination with cowboys; my uncle and cousin were rodeo cowboys, and my new home, Hawaii, has a little-known history...

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Shutterbug Staff Dec 01, 2006 0 comments

The small art community of Harmony, California, population 18, consists of painters, potters, glass blowers, and various other artists. The last time I visited there the place seemed to have fallen on hard times. Some studios were shuttered, shops padlocked, chairs and tables in the coffee shop stacked for storage. It hurt to see one of my favorite places in decline.

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Shutterbug Staff Sep 01, 2006 0 comments

As the spring snows melted away, the herd instinct grew stale and the bison herds of Theodore Roosevelt National Park were restless. Huge shaggy heads bobbed up and down as they strolled toward an unknown destination, occasionally dropping their heads to push the snow away searching for green grass. The scene was pastoral until a small faction broke away from the main herd in a...

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Shutterbug Staff Jun 01, 2006 0 comments

A Kind Of Metaphor

After I took this picture of a staircase in the Wisconsin State Capitol, I became intrigued by the patterns created by its intersecting lines. The more I thought about it, I began to see the composition as a kind of metaphor for what takes place in this building. This metaphor can be interpreted in many different ways, such as:
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Shutterbug Staff May 01, 2006 0 comments

In the summer of 2004 I was the touring drummer for Beth Hart as she rallied through The Netherlands and Denmark playing clubs and festivals. My crusty, trusty Pentax ME Super went with me everywhere, though I didn't have an opportunity for much photo hunting beyond the van, dressing room, and hotel. I longed to put on my Eisenstadt hat and capture the pulse of the cities we...

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Shutterbug Staff Mar 01, 2006 0 comments

In this wondrous area of the Coyotte Buttes, Utah, there is no clear distinction between smooth rock floors and soaring canyon walls. Although the geology of this remote area is truly unique, it seemed "other worldly" on this day due to threatening weather conditions. Our party of photographers almost cut the trek short a couple of times, faced with...

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Shutterbug Staff Feb 01, 2006 0 comments

Walking along the shoreline I found an accumulation of feathers and a tragic death of a beautiful creature. This left me to wonder, how and why. In the water floats one feather that escaped this tragic ending. I took a picture of this lone feather as it floated away. Every time I look at it, I wonder about its ending and the sadness of it all. The demise of this creature lies in...

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Shutterbug Staff Jan 01, 2006 0 comments

While traveling in northern Oregon on a hot summer day in 1987, I came upon an old, mostly abandoned community called Flora. It had very few die-hard residents left. On a neglected section of property, with waist-high grass, I spotted an old abandoned car I wanted to photograph. I decided to stop and ask permission at a shabby house nearby. An elderly lady in a sunhat appeared at...