Pie Town Portraits

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Portraits. I’ve not done much of them, and with few exceptions, been too intimidated to put myself out there to get any decent ones. The reason I often cite as the source of my reluctance to go out there and make portraits of strangers, is my muted horror at the invasiveness of sticking a camera in someone’s face purely for my own selfish motives. It seems unfair, somehow, not to give something back. But that’s not really it. What is, is having to lay some of myself bare to create that connection to make a succesful portrait. Because photography is about life, and life is about relationships, and real relationships involve some degree of intimacy, which involves some giving and taking. Which addresses the point …

Mad, Magic New Mexico

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Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it ~ Roald Dahl My memory of New Mexico is a long series of moments tinged with magic. The Rio Grande sparkling in the afternoon sun as Flemming and I drove alongside, through the gorge it carved. That lightness of being escaping the city and heading south over the broad flatness of the state with those incredible clouds for a canopy. The exhilaration of standing in an antenna dish in the Very Large Array looking across the plain to the mountains holding storms at bay. Running down the spaceway at Spaceport America and how incredible seeing something as earthly as a tarantula on its threshold felt. Being scored by the cleansing sun in White Sands. Hanging out in the quiet of Alamogordo watching …