Seeing the world in Black and White can be a difficult thing, especially for an admitted “Color Addict” like myself. Let’s have a look at a few recent photos I made as I spent a little time practicing Black and White photography a couple weekends ago.
Sometimes we feel like there is no point in continuing to create our artwork. This is a raw and real look inside the creative process that never gets shared. The start of a larger conversation that needs to be discussed. We’re all in this together.
As photographers we talk about how much photography means to us. How much passion we have for the art form and how it can so often bring us joy. But I believe it gives us one VERY special gift that is sometimes misunderstood.
Just because a photograph is good, is it meaningful? I looked to bourbon for the answer and surprisingly may have given myself a bit of clarity! Read on to find out more.
Winter, a season made for photographic minimalism. Recently I spent some time trying to capture the quiet solitude of northern Minnesota. These are my favorite photographs from that day.
Are we putting too much pressure on ourselves to make sure every photograph we make is a work of art? It’s a very real struggle that may be slowly killing off our passion to create. Let’s take a closer look and talk it out, shall we?