Late afternoon light amongst the live oaks. The great asphalt ribbon of I-280 cuts from San Francisco to San Jose through the foothills of the rolling Coast Range. In summer afternoons great, white fingers of fog creep from over the coast to touch the golden hills. Winter rains turn the California savannah into a verdant...
A torrent of images. We live in a world of exploding photographic documentation. Not only is it certain is that the number of photographs taken every year is growing, its growth rate is growing. Years ago, I remember reading that the average American is exposed to as many images in a day as his great-grandparents...
Fire on the Vines North of the ruddy Golden Gate, past the scruffy, hunched and sea-battered shoulders of Marin where the great, breaking swells of turbulent land sink back into the California dirt and roll gently inland towards the flat and sleeping heartland of America, lies the Russian River valley. Along her banks, on hill...
Davenport Beach, California Coast, October 2011. I’d say I was hesitant to post a set of images so similar to these, but that would have been a lie. Foxfires on the strand Tide in or out, the sea rolls on shore hard from the south, around the taller ramparts and into this beautiful, tiered shelf...
Ancient history I spent an evening revisiting 5000 photos or so from an old road trip. I ended up deleting two out of every three images, both to make way for the future and because they were awful images. Photography can be a microcosm of life, and life is funny. Once I sat at home...
