The Portrait, by Jody Feldman

I have a friend, an author, who asked that I do a portrait for her new book. The results prompted her to disclose her diary of the event on her blog. I find it quite amusing. Enjoy.

Jody Feldman - And I Never Said, "Cheese!"

It just feels right

Sometimes I'll be looking for something special when I'm shooting and I'll click a lot of frames hoping maybe something will come of a couple of them. Then there is that time when one of those actually grabs me. This image is one of those. I don't know what it is, it's feels comfortable, pleasant and memory grabbing and yet to most folks, they'll look at this and say "What in the heck is he going on about"? I guess it's very personal and I wish I could explain it better. It will never end up in any famous art gallery but it will make me feel good, at least for the moment.

I still know how to catch the Chick's eye.

We visited some dear friends on their farm over the weekend, and it reminded me of this image I shot the first time we visited them. My mom was raised on a farm and I'm certain I have a lot of that in my blood. I once thought the ideal job would be to live in a small farm community, teach basic photography and coach the JV basketball team, all the while shooting to my hearts content in my barn converted to a small studio. Come to think of it, maybe I still do. I keep a mental log of many rural architectural scenes I want to capture some day. It all seems so peaceful and simple.

She's Back

If you were to go back several post you might remember my new girlfriend. That image was a quik pik and unsculpted, so to speak. Here she is in a nearly final state. Still as lovely as ever but with a bit more character than the first image.

Peace, please.

I can remember when I was very young, we'd get up early on Memorial Day and go to the cemetery for a sunrise mass and then go visit my Nono's (Italian for Grandpa) grave.
Back then I'd normally get to sleep in and the coming of summer would reveal itself with the warmth of the sun and the distant buzz of the neighbor's 4 cycle lawn mower. Lying there in bed taking it all in, it was such a peaceful time. I didn't have a worry to my name.

Hey, wait a minute