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In memory of my photographer mentor Steve Greer, who still speaks to me.

Night in the City of Philadelphia

Last night in the city it was alive, and the lights were like a pulse or heart beat, always moving and changing. This moment in time was taken from the Spring Garden street bridge in Philadelphia, PA.

The image is a multi-exposure HDR created with Photomatix software.

Cheers, Happy 4 Th of July !

I sold a couple of my pony-horse images and decided to update the whole collection.
Assateague's wild horses are well known, even to many people who have never been to the island. The "wild" horses on Assateague are actually feral animals, meaning that they are descendants of domestic animals that have reverted to a wild state. Horses tough enough to survive the scorching heat, abundant mosquitoes, stormy weather and poor quality food found on this remote, windswept barrier island have formed a unique wild horse society. Enjoy their beauty from a distance, and you can help make sure these extraordinary wild horses will continue to thrive on Assateague Island.

National Cemetery-Beverly NJ Photograph

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower, speech, American Society of Newspaper Editors, 16 April 1953

(from: How many Lives? War Cemeteries)

The Webster Sycamore

(alternatively known as the Webster Springs Sycamore and the Big Sycamore Tree) was an American sycamore (Platanus occidentalis) in the U.S. state of West Virginia. Long recognized for its size, the Webster Sycamore was the largest living American sycamore tree in West Virginia until its felling in 2010. The tree stood approximately 4.5 miles (7.2 km) east of Webster Springs in Webster County, in a moist flood plain along the banks of the Back Fork Elk River, a tributary stream of the Elk River.

Photographing fog started to interest me again as one of my favorite subjects. Included in this composition is “trees”. Fogs stops are vision of various things and creates a sense of mystery that we have to trust are mind that the rest of the physical world is still there.
I wonder what Ansel Adams would think of this image. I hope he would like it.

Selling on the street is a good way to find out what people think of your work, and it’s free too. I found it to be a great experience to do street photography with real humans.

Here’s a collection of my First Friday hungry street photography. Street photography at its essence means candid photography of people and humanity. A street photograph has to be a real, unposed moment.

I will continue to explore the New Jersey Pinelands National Reserve heavily forested area of coastal plain stretching across more than seven counties of southern New Jersey of for fine art photography of both landscapes and plant life. Silence-is-golden-in-the-woods.

As I continue to rewrite my street photography work from 2012 and republish it on my blog.