Cover Photo – Summer, 2009 Nature Photographer Magazine
G’day Everyone,
For those of us sufficiently aged to remember the music of the seventies, you might recall the tongue-in-cheek song by Dr. Hook, “The Cover Of The Rolling Stone”. Whether you’re a “big rock singer with golden fingers” or a nature photographer with a keen eye, a cover shot, in particular, on a national publication, is about as good as it gets. You’d think, being a professional and all, getting one’s images published loses its allure after a while. Not for this pro. What with the competition these days, it’s more important than ever to stand out and there’s not much that spotlights one’s work better than a national cover. Well, ok, there’s winning the BBC Wildlife Photographer of the Year Award and the Pulitzer Prize, but let’s keep it real.
Read MoreZen and the Art of Photography (Or, Sights I Never Saw)
Paraphrasing Henry David Thoreau, one’s connection with the natural world is indirectly proportional to the amount of stuff one schlepps into nature. By that measure, a homeless soul sleeping in a city park is more connected to the grass and trees and earthworms burrowing under the leaf litter than any of us nature photographers for whom “being in nature” actually means capturing nature on film or a memory card. Certainly, any professional nature photographer, myself included, measures the success of a sojourn in the wild by the number of saleable images we extract from the locations we visit and, in order to do that, we necessarily have to bring along a lot of very expensive stuff. What’s more, if owing to bad weather or uncooperative wildlife we don’t get any useable images at all, well, it’s as if we were never there.
Read MoreFavorite Places
G’day Everyone,
A frequent question at presentations and exhibits is whether or not I have a favorite photographic location and if so, where it is. I suppose most folks expect me to describe some exotic locale far from home, likely requiring hours of intolerable air travel with its associated trevails, then a day or two of tiresome paddling along a murky river through a dense, foreboding jungle, the air humming with malaria-transmitting mosquitoes, the shores fringed with crocodiles longer than the canoe.
Read MoreAutumn, 2008
G’day everyone,
A couple of frosty mornings in mid September, with temperatures in the low thirties, ignited the forests up here in northern Vermont about a week early this year. People remarked that the color appeared virtually overnight – like the flash of light from a bulb burning itself out, fall foliage was an explosive event. As I write this, wind and rain are already stripping the leaves off of the trees, wallpapering the roads with wet leaf litter and making them treacherous on the curves. Just down the muddy road from my house, sugar and red maple leaves cascade down Tamarack brook, bunching up in the deep pool below the falls where they swirl in the eddy, forming a vivid galaxy on the tea-colored water. Further south, colors are just beginning to peak. Good thing because the Fall Foliage Magical Mystery Tour begins Sunday. We’ll head toward the central part of the state where the colors aren’t running down the rivers just yet.
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