Surface + Texture

I remain intoxicaticated... addicted to this shore. The lake breathes both vast and seemingly endless, chasing a sheltering and enigmatic sky. The horizon is an illusion, a sexy and elusive distraction, like the pursuit of so many tomorrows.

And so here (and there) I stand, camera at the ready, ever one eye open and making lens paintings of Surface and Texture.

The Sheltering Sky

The Last Outpost

The Watch

Road Dogs

The Fishermen

Juxtaposition and Movement in Monochrome

A Momentary Rift In The Space Time Continuum

A Kind of Blue Morning

At the Water's Edge They Were All The Same

Siren Song

Go Ahead, We'll Catch Up