Monthly Archives: March 2013

It is better to light a single candle then to curse the darkness. —Eleanor Roosevelt

7 deadly sins.

Natures Ying and Yang of life. (at Powers Lake)

Frozen sunrise. (at Powers Lake)

Gray days. (at Des Plaines River Valley Bridge)

The arc of the covenant.

Boo Radley’s would be proud to call this home.

The future of the NHL

The one place where no one wants to visit.

Three things can not be long hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth.


Three things can not be long hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth. —Budda

Spring cleaning.

Striking it OLD school!

Good night.

Shock and awe.

Gun culture? Or global gun fascination?

I am not a gun advocate or anti-gun at this point in my life. I can see that both sides make valid points. What I am more interested in is the discussion of why people and especially children are so drawn to guns? I played “army guy” with stick guns as a child but, have never purchased a gun as an adult.

This child on Ilian Island obviously came from a very poor home that has few possessions yet the toy provided him by someone was a shotgun. Why? And why was he so drawn to it? I think both questions are valid for a civil and respectful discussion.

Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.

– Imogen Cunningham

As the day turns to night and my feet begin to chill, my face is warmed as she bids farewell.

Prepare to Sumo.

Waiting on a friend. (at Downtown Downers Grove)

May this process be guided by the Spirit of healing, truth, service and love. (at Vatican City)

The truth is the light that dispels fog and reveals what was once hidden. (at Lyman Woods)

Sometimes you don’t realize what you miss until you encounter it again.

This was the overwhelming feeling I recently experienced as I danced with my old Pentax 645 this afternoon.

The moment I was reacquainted with my past co-worker a flood of memories envelop my finger tips and heart.

Although I am not one to pine about the “good old days” of photography, I will admit I really miss the sound of the click of the shutter and the turning on the gears on a medium format camera.

Somewhere in a old former darkroom with the smell of photo fixer still clinging in the air, I hope someone is working on a app that recreates the sounds of classic old cameras gears that have been silenced.

Clickkkkkkk, snnnnaaapppp, spinnnnnaaaaaa, clickkkkk.

It would be the best .99 app I could buy!

What falls, will rise again. (at Powers Lake)

The face matches the personality. The personality radiates from the smile. The smile embraced all who came in contact with it.

Hallway of mirror and no right turn in sight.

An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one. —Charles Horton Cooley.

Encourage our young artists today and they will be our story-tellers, poets, painters, directors, and musicians of tomorrow.

Following our dreams and passions allows us to find ourselves and loose ourselves at the same time.

As my Sunday morning rolls in, I am listing to my amazing musical poet friend John McKenna. Inspired by his talents, I had to post one of the images I shot for his next album. I totally encourage you to check his music out on iTunes. (Not a plug, just an honest fan wanting to share.) (at Studio B)

Polaroid man.

Yes it’s a real working Polaroid camera that was used for taking duplicate passport photos. (at Haberdasher Square Lofts)

Human trafficking. (at O’Hare Oasis)