The Battle of  Antietam, or The Battle of Sharpsburg as the southerners call it, gives this creek a very heavy feeling when you’ve spent as much time as I have near it. Tubing, camping, night mountain biking, night canoeing and wading much of it all the while photographing. I’ve spent over 20 years getting to know the light there.  

It rained an hour before we got there. You could ride your bike on the wet dunes without sinking in. Before I got there I kept thinking it would be such a cliche place to photograph but once you are there you cannot help shooting roll after roll…. The white kept me thinking I needed a coat. An east coast winter reaction. 

Just read in VARIETY that the major studios are gearing up for a rush of feature films. SAG strike? Hope not…

This fall day was like Colorado. The wind was pushing the low clouds faster than usual for DC. The sky was Kodachrome blue. I always have a camera with me and I lucked into this wonderful lighting.

Polaroid, my first digital/instant gratification camera. I will miss that image process. My first SX-70 camera I bought used in 1979. I still have most of the good images I shot with it.

I have always liked the way you physically mark time with seasons. I worked in LA a few times during the holidays and it didn’t feel quite real. Here on the east coast the changing leaves and film flowing through my camera speed me into the first snowstorm. I closed all of the windows in the house tonight.

I have always been a fan of how the great painters placed people in a frame on canvas.

For me, this image paints a picture in which time stands still…for just a moment…to relax by the creek.

The poses are completely natural.
Completely… painterly.

The current political season reminded me of this shot and the turmoil under which Lincoln was sworn in. 

I have used this 135mm for over 25 years.

It takes me far out of the space I’m photographing physically while capturing a close up feel that delivers emotionally.