Independence Day brings fireworks. With the fireworks comes the obsessive perfectionist in me. Because of the sudden appearance and disappearance, along with the various colors and shapes, no two photographs are alike. While most other people are looking up at the sky with their own two eyes, I’ve got a camera lens aimed at whatever…
Category: Photo essay
These posts usually showcase a lot of photography mixed in among the words.
Boobs get their nipples in a twist over cleavage
The human body. It comes in all shapes and sizes, although some shapes tend to get people more hot and bothered than others. I don’t mean the hot and bothered you’re thinking of. I’m talking about the prudes that wig out if someone shows skin in just the wrong place. The wigs then catch fire…
Warm weather for Wisconsin welcome
When I first moved to Wisconsin, folks both here and back home thought I was completely insane, especially since I had arrived in the dead of winter. After all, why would any rational person want to leave the “warmth” of Arizona and move to a place where they have lots of snow and the temperature…
Walking the fine line between public art and public outrage
Public art can create all kinds of response. You might find it to be an amazing accentuation of the building, hallway or plaza it is in, or you might see it as so tacky that it shouldn’t be decorating a landfill, much less a public thoroughfare. Where I grew up in Arizona, there were not…
Rural Roots and American Rainbows 