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…and her eyes would always haunt him.
Another image from the model shoot I did in Keith Carter’s class. This one looks like the last page of a novel.
near Pojoaque, New Mexico
photographed 7.6.2016
The glow of her nails
Check it out: (most of) another person, from the model shoot in my classs at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops.
near Pojoaque, New Mexico
photographed 7.6.2016
Water/Lily
I went to the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops to take a class with Keith Carter. It was a tough week, but now that I have the advantage of a little distance (geographic and emotional) I know that if it hadn’t been a tough week, I wouldn’t have been growing as an artist.
But, anyway, the class included shooting models, which as you know from looking at this blog is not my deal. The very idea of it made me feel like I was going to pass out. (Also: some of the models were nude.) I was tempted to opt out of the model shoot, but decided against being THAT person. And I’m glad I stayed. It was an interesting experience, and I got some images that I’m proud of. Like this one.
near Pojoaque, New Mexico
photographed 7.6.2016
PS – Here’s a video of the last-night-of-class presentation from the Workshops. (There’s some nudity, so be careful…)
I dreamt I was an angel
I told you this would happen – that there’d be a new sort of image showing up around here.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
photographed 7.8.2016
Toward the end, his wardrobe dwindled
Inside an abandoned house, a dead man’s wardrobe hangs, gathering dust and shedding usefulness.
Levelland, Texas
photographed 5.6.2016
I’m gone the rest of the week, doing this, which to be honest about it, makes me pretty nervous! But, anyway, leave comments and I’ll reply when I get home.
One Day | One Image 