I love photography but I really have no idea what I’m doing …and I kind of like it that way. Photography for me is a source of constant discovery and experimentation. Unlike writing, there is no real inner critic when I take pictures. I can enjoy the thrill of taking pictures without the pressure to produce anything which is why it is one of my favorite stress relievers. These photos are a result of condensation getting caught between my lens and the macro filter. I kind of wish I had left it there longer. These were taken on my balcony.
These slightly menacing little creatures are the result of playing with clay and paint with my ten-year-old daughter. They’re quite small but I really liked the way they turned out and would like to do more but on a larger scale but first I need to find some place that I can fire them at. I hope they capture your interest as much as they did mine.
I took these a little while ago. There is something about train art that draws me so strongly. Is it my complete lack of context, as though the messages were from an entirely different time or culture peaking my curiosity and firing the imagination?
The trains like reluctant mailcarriers taking these strange letters thousands of kilometers for passers-by to puzzle over, And the inscrutability of these messages makes me feel voyeristic as though i had snuck into someones house and was furtively reading their personal correspondence with an old lover or friend.
I love the idea of self-portraits so I’ve started learning through trial and lots of error how to do this with my Cannon. I’ve especially had a lot of fun playing with the shutter speed.