After moving from Minnesota to Arkansas and then Louisiana in the early 1990s, I almost lost touch with the spirit of photography. Making a good living became my focus while the artistic part me took a back seat. But after a six-year hiatus from the camera, I experienced a "re-birth" when I stumbled across a volume of Brett Weston';s photographs in 1998. My image-making roots had been formed by the Black & Whites of Eugene Smith, Ansel Adams and Brett's father, Edward. Seeing those dramatic images, so carefully crafted in highlights and shadows, I could only wish to feel again what I am sure the younger Weston felt when he made those photographs.
The camera came back out; the darkroom was set up again; and my artistic spirit came alive once more with the prospect of capturing more of those special, unique moments in time. Over the next eight years I mixed some sporadic color work with a predominance of purist monochromatic film-based imagery until I begrudgingly gave in to the digital era.
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| Desert in the Caribbean, Aruba, 2003 |
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| Street corner, Key West, Florida, 2002 |
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| Bush Lake, Bloomington, Minnesota, 2002 |
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| Beach chairs, resort south of Cancun, Mexico, 2001 |
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| Shoreline, Duluth, Minnesota, 2001 |
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| Treeline at dawn, near Gull Lake, Minnesota, 1999 |
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| Stairway to heaven, Cancun, Mexico, 1998 |
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| Reflections of tree branches and sky, Shreveport, Louisiana, 1998 |
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