I call myself a "Hybrid Photographer" because I work in film and digital, and to separate myself from the horde of people calling themselves Photographers. I'm a purist. Too many adjustments or additions to an image make it graphic art, Not Photography. I like my monochrome images cold and my color shots natural. Whoever told wedding photographers that low saturation is artistic should be whipped. Seriously, people, make it stop!
If I have a "style," I would call it Journalistic. I enjoy recording the moment.
I've been serious about photography since 1985. I studied under three exacting Army Combat Photographers who taught me in Black and White. I still prefer it.
I use a Nikon D850 for Digital. For Film, I use a Mamiya 6 for 120mm and a Canon A-1 for 35mm.
Below are a few of my favorite photos and their stories, which I believe are "good photographs."
This is my better half, The Boss. She is amazing at everything she does. A wonderful wife and mom, a great cook, and a fantastic interior decorator, everyone who knows her adores her.
Also, this is the REAL photographer in the family. Her stuff is amazing.
When this hero traveled to Turkiye to visit me for New Year's, I took plenty of photos of her— the best work I have ever done.
I took this with my Canon AE-1 Program, Kodak Plus-X Pan 125, 100mm, and developed the roll with Kodak Microdol-X. That's Right, old school film and darkroom work!
Charlottesville is my new hometown of choice. We're here to be near my son and his family, and only two hours away from my daughter's.
I've grown to love it. It's a picturesque little city with a small-town feel. It's beautifully situated in the Virginia Piedmont, close to the Blue Ridge Mountains, far enough from Richmond problems, two hours from DC, and only four hours from the coast.
I once heard that there are more restaurants per capita here than anywhere else in the United States. I believe it. I've been here since 2018 and have barely scratched the surface.
Since it is a College town, we have world-class health care. The people are nice, though they lean a little left; this place always votes Democrat.
C'ville has its problems, but the good stuff outweighs them.
This is my firstborn, by Beck. She has returned to my life through her efforts and those of my other two. I'm so grateful.
A poignant story of divorce, loss, distance, and the passage of time is finally reconciled. I love how she has taken on the roles of big sister, godmother, auntie, and friend in our family.
She brought with her a great man and two more marvelous grandchildren.
I have spent plenty of time in the desert— 82nd Exercises, JTF-6, NTC, and USASMA. There's something mystical about it.
At first glance, it looks dead and forbidding, but with the slightest bit of moisture and a few days of warm weather, it turns green, sprouts grass, and the plants begin to bud.
I like the desert in short spurts, but I have to return to trees and water, and that means East.
I'm amazed at how few photos I have of my son as an adult; I took hundreds of photos of Jay as a child. I need to fix this problem. This one is from my granddaughter's birthday party a few years ago.
An Iraq Veteran, he returned home, educated himself with the GI Bill, and earned his MS in Information Technology. He is the best man I know.
I dig the hat and his Carnegie Mellon bowtie.
My daughter-in-law has always supported my photography; she is always willing to sit for me. I've had some success but capturing how I see her escaped me until this shot, taken during one of our coffee dates. She was my daughter's college best friend and part of the family, long before my son showed interest. She proved that angels live among us, entering Jay's life at the perfect time. She saved him.
Nikon D850, 50mm, f2.5, 1/25, ISO-100, RAW
I ran across this old workhorse while walking on a new neighborhood path. I didn't have my real camera. Luckily, the path and the truck were close enough to return that afternoon. I visited it often before the landowners closed the path down.
My daughter is, and always has been, a classic beauty; she looks like her mom. Sadly, she never lets me take her photo. I don't get it.
She's an Afghanistan Veteran, still in the Army, and recently promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. She's a Paratrooper and wears the AA Patch on her left shoulder.
Each time she allows me, the photos turn out great.
Finally, a fine man comes along. I couldn't have picked a finer husband for my daughter. Though a Damn Yankee, I liked him from the first.
He is the perfect calm opposite of my fireball daughter. They are a great team, and he treats her like the Princess Royal she was raised to be.
Cooper liked him instantly; nuff said.
I've taken photos of this youngster since she was Sweet 16.
She was my favorite of all my kids in high school friends. She married my son and gave me my Grandson, JK.
Though the marriage didn't work, she will always be one of my kids and a member of my family.
Bee is remarried now, but we remain close.
I worked at Virginia Military Institute for seventeen years, retiring on 1 February 2018. Over the years, I have taken thousands of photos, most of which I have deleted.
This is the last photo on the roll, taken on my final day at VMI.
Jk
My grandson is one of the most photographed young men in America. We all took thousands of him when he was little. The Cadets and the school's public affairs office joined in. He's smart, articulate, and quick-witted, with a tendency for good-natured Neel sarcasm. His intelligence is not to be ignored.
It's hard to believe that he just graduated from High School. I'm excited to see what his next big step will be.
I spend a lot of time with my granddaughter. She's super intelligent, has a near photographic memory, and is into science like I am.
I enjoy taking photographs of her, and she enjoys posing. She knows what she wants and must approve every shot.
SGM
This baby and I are great collaborators. She is usually ready anytime Granddaddy wants to take photos, as long as she gets to review each shot and then push all the buttons on the camera.
When she has had enough of my camera and me, she gives me an emphatic "All Done!" This also means, "Let me have a go with that camera."
Astronomy became my hobby through my father; he gave his boys the Universe. I'm working on my astrophotography, but it's not there yet. I've been lucky a few times.
I shot my first Comet, Neowise, while in Manhattan, Kansas. I took this in Charlottesville.
D850, 85mm, ISO 6400 f/5.6, 4-Seconds, WB 4000K
I took this daytime shot of Luna from Peoria, AZ.. My sister-in-law asked me if I could repair her telescope, which was destroyed by a herd of her great-grandchildren running helter-skelter through the house.
After I fixed it, I took this shot with my Pixel 6.
I love Savannah. It is a photographer's paradise.
I took these for a Charlottesville Photographer's Group photo contest. The theme was "Filthy Facades."
I didn't win.
The winning photo was a blue bench covered in potted flowers. The "judge" said she liked the colors.
So much for themed photos.
That was my last day in the group and my final photo competition.
The day after Christmas, 2017, I took a few shots of SS to test my new 50mm lens. I was happy he agreed. The man has such an interesting face. I took it in Available Light, which worked nicely. I should have shot from a little farther back. The tree lights are a little distracting, though I like them.
We met him on the Internet way back in 1999 or 2000. He has become a member of the family. We enjoy time down in Tennessee on his farm.
To celebrate my 2018 retirement, we took a trip out West. It is beautiful out there but after a while, all you want to see is some damn trees! Enough with the red rock formations already!
East of Park City, Utah, we drove through Wasatch National Park. It was cold, but we kept driving up to find snow and trees. It gave me a chance to channel my inner Ansel Adams. I shot this in color and Photoshopped it in Black and White. That's allowed in 505 Photography.
Nikon D5100, 18mm, f10, 1/250, ISO-200
I've taken photos of this beautiful woman twice, once for her Father's birthday, and again in Charleston when I was there for a VMI-Citadel game. Both sessions produced some of my favorite portraits of one of my favorite people, but that was years ago.
I need to work with her again.
She faithfully stays in touch and checks on me more than anyone else.
Our Native American guide pointed out shapes and forms at Antelope Canyon. I saw Light and Changes. I bracketed, checking out each setting until I found the best one for each location.
The wind, rain, and floods constantly change the canyon. Where I stood, my camera angle and settings, and the time of day determined what I recorded. It made the place even more spectacular.
My Niece and nephew are such an amazing team that I can't write about one without mentioning the other. They have built a great life out in Arizona, in a beautiful home, constantly full of children and grandchildren.
HJ is a professional family and addiction therapist and serves as the family fitness guru. I have never asked her about anything physiology-related that she didn't know about. I could listen to her all day. BH is an ex-Army Special Forces NCO. He works as a drilling engineer now. He is also an amazing cook and a born comedian.
These are two of the finest people I know, always willing to help someone in need. I enjoy visiting.
While our niece lived with her grandparents, I asked her to sit for me. What photographer worth his salt wouldn't?
I underexposed and was unable to make a decent print in my darkroom. I kept the film.
Technology Improved.
I found the negatives, scanned them individually, and worked on them in Photoshop. Finally. Amazing!
Never give up on those old negatives!
Mushrooms are one of my Things. When I began looking for them, I realized that Mushrooms are everywhere. I don't attempt to classify them, but I can't walk by a good one without taking its photo. I shoot them with my camera set on "Vivid." It's like the Kodachrome of digital photography.
A "professional" photographer once said, “The biggest cliché in photography is sunrise and sunset."
Well, she's an idiot. Sunrises and Sunsets are probably why photography was invented.
A cursory search of the internet for her images shows how little she knows and how uninteresting her stuff is. She teaches at a college . . . in California, of Course!
This sad person needs to go to the Keys. I can guarantee more people visit Mallory Square at Sunset in a week than will ever see her crap.
I hope she is only teaching mechanics and not form.
There are few people I love as much as this lady; I consider her one of my closest friends. She has the most beautiful legs and cutest feet on the planet.
She sat for me when she visited us in Church Crookham, England, in 1988 or 89. I shot about three rolls of Tri-X and destroyed them by turning on the wrong tap and rinsing in hot water.
These photos I managed to salvage using all of my Photoshop skills.
I'm a Southern Railway kid. My dad was their Supervisor of Communications, so I was around trains a lot when I was growing up.
Nothing relaxes me like the sound of a train whistle in the distance.
There's a Sleep Sound for that.
This youngster was once a cadet and a bit of a thorn in my side for continuously wearing her cover on the back of her head. She became a close friend and a member of my family when the VMI community was dealing with the death of one of her Brother Rats.
I've had the good fortune of photographing her a few times. She's a natural in front of the camera and is as sweet as she is beautiful.
Southerners are the only people who are not allowed their history in this nation. That's just wrong.
The only Southern monument in Charlottesville is in the UVA Cemetery. Its days are probably numbered. Hell, they even removed the Lewis, Clark, Sacagawea monument.
I spent the better part of a day photographing all of the monuments in the city before they were removed. I love this town, but it is home to some of the biggest bozos in the solar system.
In the summer of 2001, back in Turkiye from my tour in Kosovo, I met and photographed some of the prettiest young women I have ever seen. They were the sweetest!
My friends and I met this youngster at Sarduna the night she was celebrating the completion of her teaching degree.
She adopted me as a cultural orphan, including me in family and friend activities. I took these shots with my first digital camera. Sadly, they are copies of copies. I lost the original files.
I've also lost contact with her.
Sevda ran Divas Ajans in Izmir. After I demonstrated what I could do, she had me photograph her business and her models. Tough Job!
When she needed my help, I left work, grab my camera, and went to the event.
Send me back! Let me take photos of this beauty with my new camera.
Berna is Sevda's friend and helped run Divas Ajans. Since her second language is French, we had to talk using my mostly forgotten 5th-grade French skills, hand and arm signals, and through Sevda's expert translations.
I owe her a tour of the Christian churches in Izmir.
I've been a Civil War buff since I was a youngster. In the Army, I studied the battles and began walking battlefields, learning the lessons and applying them to my profession.
Now, I spend my time sitting and listening, feeling . . . dreaming."
Battlefield photos begin to look the same. It is the stories of great valor that set them apart.
I met this girl and her family at Kultur Park while photographing the city of Izmir with friends back in 1985 during my first tour. She had striking emerald-green eyes and beautiful chestnut hair. My AE-1 Program was loaded with black and white.
Not long after, I bought a second Canon Body (A-1). I kept one loaded with color and the other monochrome. Digital is so much simpler.
Ah, but Film is so beautiful.
Be Prepared
Who doesn't love a good lighthouse? I'm an East Coast Boy hunting for them all. Next, I hope, is Montao.
My daughter had to have a dog. I disagreed. One look at this guy and I was sold. Cooper was faithful, happy, and hell on UPS men. He loved showing me his ass when I got out my camera.
I outfoxed him here. I sat him in a chair and held his ball above the lens. Laser Focused!
He was the Best Boy.
I'm a Legacy Birdwatcher. Mom gave my brothers and me Nature and Music. I carry my bird book and binoculars everywhere. Now that I have a proper wildlife lens, I'm photographing them more. I'll spend hours by the feeder, hoping to catch one in my viewfinder, but I need to be more patient when out in the woods.
Somewhere in all this fur is my new love, my daughter's new pup, Scout.
He's a treasure— well-behaved, trained, and happy. I didn't think I could love another dog after Cooper, but this guy won me over.
When I'm there, he's My Dog.
The barn at Blueberry Hill Farm in Tennessee is a great one. I dig all barns, but this one has a special character and is the centerpiece of many good memories. It is a perfect photo subject.
This guy and I have a very long history. Though we went to rival high schools, we toured with the 66th Street Baptist Church Youth Choir together the summers after our sophomore and junior years. He dated a girl that I wanted to date in our junior year.
We met again at the formation of Machaira Church (later Doctrinal Studies). He and his lovely wife, Millie, helped me through my divorce and introduced me to Kady.
When Millie died, he relocated from Alabama to Arizona to be near his children and grandchildren. I took this photo when we were there visiting family.
Proof that one man's junk is another man's photo subject. My wife and daughter love to scour Luckett's Store for fun things. I search for working period cameras, though I haven't found one worth buying... yet. I set my camera to monochromatic when I'm there or shoot in Ilford film..
My daughter's college roommate, and a frequent flyer in our quarters, came to work at VMI for a short while. She did a fine job. Everyone loved her.
We snuck out of the office during exams for a photo session on the Blue Ridge. She was, by far, the easiest person I have ever photographed. I never had to give her any direction. She moved seamlessly from pose to pose and hesitated for me to press the shutter.
She's married and a mom now, living in California.
I took this in 1985 when Kady, the kids, and I visited a "summer house" in Kaynarpinar. It wasn't a good time, but the little town was pretty.
The Foca shot was taken in 2001.
Bolivian export and former Cadet, Nohe, wanted me to take photos of her with her Jeep. I, of course, said yes.
We went out to Collierstown, to an old mill and bridge. We took a lot of great photos that day.
This is my favorite, taken as we headed back to Lex. I pointed my camera as best I could from the dash and hit the shutter. It was the best shot of the day and still my favorite photo of her.
Mom's Photo of Dad with his 35mm Rangefinder, using her Kodak Brownie, about 1961
Thanks to these lads, Army Photographers and my first photo mentors. Bob helped me pick out my first SLR, a Canon AE-1 Program, a flash, and a couple of lenses. Jim went with me to buy a good camera bag. Gill gave me expired film, taught me how to develop it, make prints, and operate the NATO Darkroom. They walked me around Izmir, teaching me to use the camera, giving me a ton of advice.
"Color takes care of you; you have to work really hard to get a good black and white photograph." ~ Gil MoreauI began taking portraits of myself when I got my first SLR. As I studied the camera's controls and practiced techniques, I needed a subject. I was always available.
I like reviewing those old photos, thinking, "Hot Damn, you were Handsome!" Vanity runs deep in this guy. Comparing them hurts a little. Ah, Time!
But I'm keeping it real.
When I opened my social media accounts, I determined to always post a current photos of myself. I take one each birthday, so the last photo of me won't be a mall Glamour Shot from 1985.