Gams At the Getty
Two women walk beneath – and echo in color – the poster for a Herb Ritts exhibition at the Getty Center, in Los Angeles.
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Earning His Daily Bread
I was accosted as I left the drug drug store. Views: 82
"Can you spare a dollar." "You'll have to work for it." "What do I have to do?" "Let me make a photo of you." "Why?" "Just for me. Here, let me show you some photos I have of people." That did it. The panhandler couldn't resist the lure of my iPhone, which beckoned him to join the others who lived in my portrait gallery: friends and neighbors, Navajo guides, my gardener, workmen, hairdressers, waitresses, artists, etc. When i made my one photograph, I paid my subject his wage, and asked him his name. "Darryl," he replied. We parted. As I left, I saw him walk away, too. Maybe I'll see him again, maybe not. He will live for a while, though, in my iPhone and here. No comments yet. All fields are required, fill in the form. Comment successfully added. Comment
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The Finite and the Infinite
An abandoned car along the backroads of Arizona sits beneath an endless sky over the entire world.
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Duck, Merced River Reflection, Yosemite
The bold colors of autumn are largely missing from Yosemite, because most of the trees are evergreens. By the time I and a few other photographers visited the park in mid-November, most of the aspens, black cottonwoods, and big-leaf maples had dropped their leaves. Views: 80
Yet there was plenty of color to mine, and we found a a rich vein of it. The golden hues of massive El Capitan, rising thousands of feet above the floor of Yosemite, and the cerulean heavens, above the massive cliffs, were reflected in the slow-moving waters of the Merced River. When we arrived at the edge of the river, the reflection perfectly mirrored the scene above it.. When the duck swam through the reflection a few minutes later, the movement shattered the reflection, giving us an alternate view of El Capitan. No comments yet. All fields are required, fill in the form. Comment successfully added. Comment
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Approaching Storm, Yosemite
Clouds, the vanguard of a comng storm, floated silently into the western end of Yosmite Valley on a river of cool air.
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Resting Comfortably
A family crypt at the Garden of Memories Cemetery, in Salinas, California (at the cemetery where writer John Steinbeck is buried).
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Climbing Mt. Agassiz, in the High Sierra of California
It was a long way back and down to camp, near the little lake at the top center, of the photograph. We carefully picked our way along a narrow and steep ridge, skirting snowfields, still several hundred feet from the summit. Views: 80
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Cyclops
This is a photograph of the headlamp on my bike's handlebar.
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Observing Los Angeles from Atop Mt. Hollywood
- Looking down at the Griffith Park Observatory and Beyond, From the Summit of Mt. Hollywood -
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Beau - the Center of Attention
This is just a snap-shot, made a few years ago with my iPhone. Our little dog, Beau, who is the son I never had, and my best friend, is very ill. He has made his last walk around the block, and in a little while it will be time to say goodbye. Views: 85
I looked over some photographs of him and found this one, which I think represents a nice part of who he is. For whatever reason, almost every dog in our neighborhood, and all the people who walk with them, have always loved Beau. Here he is, my wonderful dog child, the center of attention, as always. It's not easy type these words; my eyes are full of tears. We've been together, Beau and I, for well over 15 years. We have been on one hundred adventures and more together. He's traveled wherever I could take him, from the mountains, where he sniffed the flower in the meadows, to the beach, where he raced over the sand along the edge of the water. We've slept in campgrounds, and motels and lovely bed and breakfasts, which, afte No comments yet. All fields are required, fill in the form. Comment successfully added. Comment
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Ted Awakens to Meet His Dream GirlViews: 87No comments yet. All fields are required, fill in the form. Comment successfully added. Comment
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Heron with it's Dinner
This great blue heron at Point Reyes National Seashore sat motionless against the tall, green stalks, facing at a right angle from us, seeming to look into the expanse of Abbot Lagoon. Then it turned and walked just into the stalks, motionless again for at least a couple of minutes. Then, in an eye blink, it struck at something in the dark beyond it, and jerking back, revealed to us the prey in its beak.
Struggling mightily, the snake fought against its inevitable fate, coiling and uncoiling, wrapping and unwrapping itself around the beak of the heron. At some point, the large bird managed to tilt up its beak and swallow the head of the snake. Soon the rest of the slithery reptile followed.
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Two Pumpkins, LeDoux StreetViews: 85No comments yet. All fields are required, fill in the form. Comment successfully added. Comment
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Sign of the Cross
Although I'm not religious, I can at times experience a transcendent moment. Signs pointing the way to these experiences surround us, some of them obvious, some of them not immediately apprehended. Views: 85
This photograph was made near the Santuariò church at Chimayò, New Mexico, just as the sun was setting over the old village. Understanding came to me, in those last moments of light, that a sign, even the reverse side of a sign, can mean more than we think it does at first glance. No comments yet. All fields are required, fill in the form. Comment successfully added. Comment
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Baptism by Triptych
The temperature at Malibu Creek State Park, located in the Santa Monica Mountains about 25 miles from the center of Los Angeles, was about 110 degrees, hot enough to feel a little like Hell on earth. That didn't stop the faithful - or me - from gathering at the water to witness the baptism of a new believer.
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