In those days the mayor of Longmont promoted a public art display featuring uniquely painted geese. The geese were located all across town, and I photographed them all. I gave all my images to the mayor, and they were used in various publications promoting the art exhibit. That was year 2002. Peak year for Picturelongmont…

This is a cluttered image of icicles growing from the roof of the condo as viewed from inside the window. I used my phone camera to make this picture. Placing the phone up against the window to stabilize it while trying to angle it so that it could catch the afternoon sun hitting the ice.…

This morning reading about photographer Steve McCurry. What an amazing body of work he has created over the course of a long life and career. To be able to appreciate. To feel gratitude and express gratefulness. The art that I create is nothing in comparison to what the greats create. That’s ok. I appreciate the…

Big snow of February arrived yesterday. I like how snow clings to trees, highlighting one side providing contrast and a reminder of which direction the storm came from. I’m trying to educate myself about art, all art, but photography in particular. In reading about William Eggleston and looking at his books he claims to not…

What I like about this image is the oddness about it. It is a ball of cones with glitter tassels all lit up on some kind of carousel stand. It rotated around so that each picture I took was a different view and I liked this one the best. I was shooting with my Fujifilm…

Westwood branch flowing east with late afternoon sun painting light on the ground around it. I like how the reflection at the far end draws my eye along the lines to the blue sky in the foreground. Opposite the normal way I think of ground to sky relationship. I like the warm glow of light…

Get on down that road. But don’t worry about time or when whatever. Use your time. It’s really all there is. I know. Getting all philosophical here where we all know this is nothing but a photography blog. This dirt road in Boulder County was my daily. Get on down the road.

That is why we’re having a moment here.

Road, pike, lane, way, boulevard, ally, avenue, street, drive art since the first stone was cobbled. Symmetric perspective pulling the eye towards the vanishing point. In winter.

It’s often a road construction up ahead that’s closing a lane for a ten-mile stretch. Summer is road construction season.

The sun always on the wrong side of the arch for photography when I approached it. Early in the morning driving east and late in the day driving west. Clouds or trucks. Either or both help make the picture interesting to me. I love the changing of seasons across the landscape of I-70. Spring summer…

Is poppy in the condo? Planning ahead to use my phone camera. Cruise steady for picture taking.

Remind me to remind myself

Keep on truckin. Wheels turning moving forward. All across this great country. We do our part. Help one another to help ourselves. Give thanks and show gratitude for the love we share.

Go your own road. Get there when you can. Hopefully they will understand.

On the road of life in the dark in the rain travelling at speed I hit a pothole that flattened my tire and bent my wheel. It’s the kind of thing that can happen on the road of life.

The radio’s playin some forgotten song. Brenda Lee’s coming on strong. The road has got me hypnotized and I’m speeding on into a nude sunrise.

We’ll be seein ya up the road a ways. Be well and take care.

The long and winding road that leads to your door will never disappear I’ve seen that road before it always leads me here lead me to your door. Still they lead me back to the long and winding road.

The world outside my door is largely a mystery to me. I’ve explored a few states and a couple countries but most of it only exists in pictures to me. The pictures of the world that other photographers make provide inspiration to me to expand my world.

I took photography class in high school. Taught by Mr. Johnson. Tall flamboyant man with bushy hair and long beard. He also taught history of the American west and others. Photography was Johnson’s class. He built a darkroom with light-trap doors, kept it stocked with chemical for film and paper processing, somehow collected enough fixed…

It’s all in a dream. Like a floating laugh. A space where time stops and I laugh out loud. For no reason.

Keep trying. Ollie lives by those two words. He might miss out today. He’ll be back tomorrow. Three days. Five. It doesn’t matter. The wait. He does it. He keeps trying. Ollie.

Only one month into winter and I’m wanting to be done with it. We’ve got a trip scheduled to go south to the gulf but it’s a month away yet. It’s the little things they say. Winter here is cold. It is dark more often than light. It can be sad if the battery in…