isn't that light just gorgeous?

the farm. thanksgiving 2012.

the back road, where nobody goes. a road up a hill and off the property. orange-blossomed mistletoe clumping on rough oak branches. poison oak twigs with no leaves but still filled with oils. a hazy sky sun that isn't trying to shine brighter. sitting at the kids table when you're thirty-one.

late afternoon light

the farm. november 2012.

a sweet, singing sound

chapel of the chimes, oakland. october 2012.

glassy skyline

 

 oakland. july 2012.

an oak with broad flat branches

santa cruz. july 2012.

overlooking the sea.

this is my sister's back yard.

where do i want to live?

shadows and light

marin headlands. july 2011.

yellow-green

up the valley and toward harris saddle. april 2011.

cold and windy, alternating with humid and sweaty. oh, the colors.

monterey morning

monterey. march 2011.

clouds, lifting; sun, slanting

Little Fork Farms. 2011.

Glowing

Nanton, Canada. 2010.

It had been sprinkling when we went into the cafe for dinner. A little later, the owner came in from taking the garbage out, saying there was a large rainbow. We missed the rainbow, but got to see the low sun striking these bright grain towers.

P.S. The buffalo burger was a huge disappointment.

Stone Rainbow at the Weeping Wall

Going-into-the-sun Highway, Montana. 2010.

Portal

Red Oak Victory, Richmond, CA. 2010.

Five Prayers

Home. 2010.

I had the one candle on the right, and then we stopped at ...Safeway? or maybe something like Food Plus, on the way up to camp, and I found matching candles for about $2.50 each, so I bought four. And now I have my own little shrine, at the end of my bathtub/shower. The steamy air from the shower whips the flames around, making the light dance in different directions.

To The South, Clouds

Home. 2010.

My first picture with my new lens. Too zoomed in, out of focus. Those blurry lights in the distance are downtown Oakland.

Under

This photo was my first (and so far, only) in an art show: Emeryville Art Exhibition, 2009. Seemed like a good place to start.

I took it from a train heading to Davis. We're crossing the north bay, and I'm facing west. The bridge is the bottom of the old car bridge; the new one is behind me.

I call this lighting "Jesus is coming" lighting. Whenever I see it I feel like I'm waiting for god to float slowly down from the clouds, ready to forgive us for our sins and explain that everything is all right. Then maybe we'd all do yoga together, and everything would be kosher.

Lisa suggested that I start this blog, as I liked taking pictures so much (she claims this makes me an artist, though I'm not sure I feel comfortable with the title; maybe once someone buys a piece). But in any case, I am starting to get more serious about photography, and am thinking about framing more pieces. Perhaps this blog is a good place to start.

Please, let me know what you think. I'm curious.