The Cyclic Change

cottowood_tree_scratchcam

This is a cottonwood tree below a beautiful cloudscape a few years ago. Image was shot with one of my Panasonic Micro Four Thirds cameras. Later, I edited the raw image in Lightroom and just recently exported it to my iPhone 4S where I ran it through an iPhone app that creates the sepia, grain, dust and scratches.  It’s called Scratchcam! This may be an effect that some people don’t like, but for me it communicates how I feel about my art and the intuition that I share deep inside with my images. I think it’s awesome that digital technology has come such a long way that we can now edit images from an handheld device. I’m having a blast shooting images with my iPhone 4s as well and enjoying the art of what they call, iPhoneography. If these new changes to photography are revolutionizing the way we view and capture the world, then I want to be at the forefront of this photographic rennaisance instead of sitting on the sideline.

Discarded Baby Stroller at Picacho Peak, Arizona

This no man’s land is slightly north of Tucson, Arizona, just off the interstate. I avoided entering Picacho Peak State Park, because they try to make it to kosher. There’s nothing pristine to the landscape. I look for the garbage and abandoned trails that people leave behind because we share an intimate connection to the land. This stroller really added the spook that I wanted to capture. It tells me how harsh the Sonoran can be and to remember we are subject to the will of the planet. One day, civilization as we know it could become a relic, and artifact in and of itself. It’s all in how you choose to interpret the land and how we treat it…

Mountaintop Field of Wild Yellow Daisies

It was super windy on the mountain as I tried to capture these daisies getting whipped by the wind. It’s amazing I even captured any details in the flowers. It’s monsoon season, finally! There’s small traces of purple wildflowers mixed in with all the yellow. It’s warm up in the mountains right now if you wish to escape the Southern Utah heat. Up high in the aspen and pine it’s like a dream listening to the wind whistling through pine branches & slicing though needles like knives. It’s midsummer and I am sad because summer is so wonderful and it shouldn’t end. :( Life flies by too quick!