Pendleton or Bust
My introduction to Oregon was in the driver’s seat of a 1981 Ford F150 with 220,000 miles on it at the end of my trek westward from Pennsylvania inSeptember of 1991. I had my records, camera and clothing in the...
8X10 Color Film
I took the above picture in 2012 on a sheet of 8×10 color film. I enjoyed it a lot. It’s the view from the Rowena Crest Overlook in the Columbia Gorge, Oregon. It’s a favorite spot of mine to take...
Creativity in Photo Editing
For a very long time, I refused to do anything in Photoshop that I couldn’t replicate in the darkroom. The reason for this was that I intended to sell all of my images from darkroom prints, including the color pictures. ...
Learning to Think Small in the Age of Covid-19
Well, I’m missing wildflower season in the Columbia Gorge. The Shelter in Place order in the state of Oregon due to the pandemic is keeping me from my favorite places to be in the Spring. So, now what? Walkies in...
Mosier, Oregon
There is a tiny Columbia Gorge town about six miles east from Hood River, Oregon, that has become my favorite spot for photography, based mainly on the ruggedness of the scenery, and the bony white oaks that punctuate the landscape. ...
The Last of the Night Shift
In 2011 I finally got off of the night shift. The only downside to this was that I was not going to be doing as much night photography. I had been working on an exhibit called, well… The Night Shift....
Time Management in the Age of Smart Phones
I have been stuck with a dilemma for the past few years, which is, simply put, how to put the smart phone down, and concentrate on something meaningful. I post pictures to Flickr, Facebook, and Instagram, and I get the...
New Site Up and Running Despite Difficulties
Abandoned House Near Dufur, Oregon The Covid-19 pandemic has given me a bit more time at home to contemplate getting my site off the ground. I really just wanted to start posting to my blog again, so I launched before...
Oregon Musings
The Arid West, Oregon Country I’m going to miss being so close to the dusty spaces of Oregon after I move back to the Portland area. I like these kinds of landscapes where you can see past the trees, and...
Shooting Fish in a Barrel
As the morning sun broke through the clouds, and the wind stopped stripping the bark from trees (it was making such a racket that I thought I heard thunder), I ventured out into the wiles of the eastern Columbia Gorge...