Hello! Pardon the absence. Sometimes things get very busy, which is good. But value and convenience is what I have promised, so here’s the latest serving.
I’m calling this my masterwork, and this tiny blog format doesn’t do it justice:
It’s the San Francisco bay, stitched together via three 39-megapixel shots. The finished file weighs in at 1.33 GB and prints out to 72″ x 20″.
The depth is incredible. Look at the detail on this docked ship, just below Alcatraz:
Now that’s what proper technique can get you.
OK, seriously. There is some nice detail in there.
A brand-new personal series on one of my favorite places to camp, shoot and ponder. If you have never walked an empty highway at midnight in the middle of the desert, this is the place to do it. The scenery is positively prehistoric. (Note: there’s a lot less retouching in these than you think.)
… to visit my sister, her husband and their wild children. And if you shoot at all, you know there’s nothing more liberating than shooting in a new place, spontaneously, without planning, lighting or agenda. It’s what drew us to photography in the first place. Personal work is what recharges us.
The 1974 Chevy Vega that I seriously considered buying.
On the road.
Owen hitting my sister in the car — the moment I realized that maybe one kid is enough.
Smitty’s BBQ employee Virgil Hendershot, as dry and crusty as the meat they serve. Lockhart, TX.
Lockhart girls dressed for some weekend Mexican dancing. I owe their mom some jpegs. Man, do I owe a lot of people jpegs.