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What a great time to be on the internet right now. It feels like a time back in the day when really cool and exciting things were being created faster than you could figure out. In 2022 we’re on the cusp of another internet revolution. This time it’s a decentralized, web3, crypto baked in blockchain with endless possibilities just on the horizon. I’m somewhere between [Photography and NFT’s]( and [The Case Against Crypto]( and love learning about new tech.

In my relentless search for the best parts of the internet I finally came across []( through a post by [@gruber]( and it was just what i was looking for. A super simple, clean ui at the cross roads between long form blogging like WordPress and all the other overused social networking sites.

I’ll be doing short quick updates here, usually including some type of photography or technology based discussion that might be a foggy sunrise shot on my iPhone, or trying to figure out airdrops and nft’s. You can find me in other spaces too like []( or my blog at []( or my current NFT site at []( and maybe some unstoppable domain eventually. For now, this will be my one long form entry here, I’ll go micro next time.

A Foggy Sunrise in the South

Beauregard Tornado Three Months Later

It’s been about three months now since the tornados hit our area in Lee County. Over the weekend I stopped and take a few images of the places I drive by every day. I could have taken thousands of images, so these are just a few on Lee Road 100 and 38. The cleanup has been truly amazing to watch. For us, outside of the city limits of Auburn or Opelika, the people in Lee County responsible cleanup did an incredible job under the worst circumstances. It was faster and better than I ever could have imagined. It is still ongoing along Highway 51 and LR 38, but it looks nothing like it did three months ago. Of course the results still look like what I perceive as a “war zone” in some spots on LR 38/39 and parts of LR 100 as you can see below. Those areas have been basically clear cut and after the mounds of debris were hauled away (in these big black barge-like-double-trailer trucks) what was left was bare ground in a place that’s normally covered in green.

Some of what is really amazing to see on a day by day basis are the things that have always been there since I have known life in the county, that are now completely gone. My neighbors house above was in the process of being removed on the day I took this image, the church below, which has stood for a long time, is now just an empty spot of dirt.

One of our neighbors rebuilt a fence that was destroyed, and somehow someway, I find it very artistic and beautiful. I’m not really sure if the windows he used in the fence were from storm debris but it sorta seems that way, and it’s just a very fitting reminder of what happened on March 3rd. It isn’t anything anyone out our way will forget, I’m sure of that fact.

Watoola Methodist Church at LR 100 and LR 38
Watoola Methodist Church at LR 100 and LR 38
The Property Where Watoola Methodist Church Once Stood
The Property Where Watoola Methodist Church Once Stood
Neighbors House Before it was Razed
These Debris Cleanup Trucks Ran 24 Hours a Day at One Point
These Debris Cleanup Trucks Ran 24 Hours a Day at One Point
Mobile Home Flipped on it’s Side Next Door to Our House
Mobile Home Flipped on it’s Side Next Door to Our House
Rebuilt Fence Along LR 100
Rebuilt Fence Along LR 100
Clearcut Property on LR 38
Clearcut Property on LR 38
Clearcut Property on LR 38
Clearcut Property on LR 38

A Photo Day at Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson Airport

Like most people in my surrounding area, I have been to this airport so many times, but most of the time it’s been rushed and hectic. I finally had a day planned to just go and do some photography in and around the airport. If you are new to this site or my photography, I have a long history, or passion for, photographically documenting “aviation” in one form or another (see my aviation portfolio over here).

Some day I’ve always planned on making a non-hurried trip to Atlanta Hartsfield to do some “street photography,” or people watching with a camera if you prefer, and to see some of the canopy construction updates, and to check out some of the great exhibits the AirportArt program is working on like the Evelyn Quinones exhibit. That day ended up being this week.

On a side note, if you are unfamiliar with street photography in general here are two good articles explaining a little about this genre of photography; What is Street Photography by Eric Kim, and What is Street Photography by James Maher, or just see Wikipedia who also hits the highlights.

In brief, it’s capturing the reality of life as it happens in candid (spontaneous) images in public places. It’s always been one of my favorite studies in photography. I have studied it for years through the work of great photographers in the field like Henri Cartier-Bresson, Robert Frank, Susan Sontag, Vivian Maier, and so many actively producing photographers like Eric Kim, Frederik Trovatten, a ton of YouTube shooters out there. I am fascinated by how difficult it is to do well, but when it comes together it’s amazing. That said, this may not be your cup of tea, and that’s fine. I love the reality of it, the realness of it, the fact that it’s far less polished, and sometimes more unpredictable than other forms of photography.

The images below are a selection of my time in Atlanta this week. My way of shooting in public comes from a highly introverted personality that would prefer not to bother anyone, or be seen. So I generally try to blend in and be as unobtrusive as possible. Luckily, today, 99.999% of people are on their cell phones and completely oblivious to my existence, which is fine with me.

Below is a mixture of fine art type work and gritty grainy street. It all depends on the lighting and the situation at the time. I love the dad with the pacifier in his mouth… that’s reality of a busy dad. Happy Father’s Day.

Canopy Construction at the South Terminal Passenger Drop-off
Canopy Construction at the South Terminal Passenger Drop-off
The Dad Doing it All
Waiting with a Cell Phone
Waiting on Arivals
Bluetooth Specialist
No Seats Charging
The Waiting Area
Delta Baggage Claim
Delta Ticket Counter
Sharp Dressed Man
Security Lines
The Long Wait
Working on a New ATL
Ray-Ban Popsocket I
Ray-Ban Popsocket II
Just Hangin Out
Resting Spot
The Serious Lunch
The Casual Lunch
Break Time
Waiting on MARTA
Atlanta Airport MARTA Station

That On Again Romance with Photography

One of the first pictures created was said to have been taken in 1838 by Louis Daguerre, which shows Boulevard du Temple, in Paris. Susan Sontag in her classic 1977 criticism On Photography said “to collect photographs is to collect the world,” and as a photographer I often ask myself, hasn’t the entire world been collected yet? Why does the world need one more photographer taking one more photo?

The inventory started in 1839 and since then just about everything has been photographed, or so it seems. This very insatiability of the photographing eye changes the terms of confinement in the cave, our world. ~On Photography, 1977.

The answer often seems much more complicated. What is amazing about Sontag’s words from almost 40 years ago is we actually haven’t yet photographed Plato’s cave, our world. Today we upload over 2 billion images a day to social media sites, and just trying to figure out how many images may have been taken in the world is basically impossible. How, with billions of photographs being taken each day, has the entire world yet to be fully photographed? Because time is always moving forward, and the world is always straining under the constant change that time provides. If constantly changing, the art of photography an always ever changing medium, showing the world we live in 1/250th of a second at a time. A small point in time, but one that will never happen again.


For the past 25–30 years or so I’ve had this long standing love-hate relationship with photography. Mostly love, for the art itself, mostly hate for the business side of photography, never quite able to conquer it’s depths. I’ll shoot non-stop for years. Then comes the demands of life. The experience of skilled knowledge, equipment needs, changes in the industry, copyright issues, lack of funding, unrealistic expectations (from others and myself), lack of focus, busyness of schedules, doubt, lack of “paying” customers, drive, will, desire, on the list goes, until one day I say enough is enough, I don’t need you anymore photography. Then, inevitably, eventually, I come back once again, sad that I’ve been away for so long. I guess everyone needs a break now and then. And realistically, I really never did leave you, I just prioritized you to my back pocket and a phone. I’ve still managed to take at least one image a day for years on end now (half a million images and counting). There is just something special about having that DSLR in my hands that makes it official, to say, I’m serious about you, it’s a photograph with purpose, intent, where you have my full attention.


I could say I’ve been intrigued and fascinated with you going all the way back to my first camera (an eternity ago back in 1982), the Kodak Instamatic. Of course I had to give you up when Polaroid sued Kodak and won. That taught me some valuable lessons in photography I still remember today. The joy of seeing those instant results, the disappointment of when you were taken from me, before I was ready. I so fondly remember that first “serious” film SLR (a Nikon N70). You were so kind, but often so unforgiving. Then that first DSLR (the Nikon D100)… once again being able to see instant results just like I did back in 1982. Since 1982 some type of camera has been in my hands practically every day, so see, I never really left you. I have, however, taken a break now and then when you’ve been too much for me to handle.


Our longest separation from “serious” work came in May of 2013, and ended today, with the fragrance of wisteria and azaleas blooming in early spring as they do down here. The seductive pinks and purples of spring arriving in the South, beaconing for someone to see them and take note, to capture their brief beauty. You could say it was like a long lost romance returning after many years apart. That familiar look and feel, but refreshed from being gone for so long. Exciting, alluring, the same, yet new once again. Like the past had been forgiven, perhaps forgotten. Together again, present at long last, ready to move on with life, a little older, and hopefully a little wiser.


How does one keep alive, rekindle, redefine, a 25–30 year old relationship that’s been confined to the back pocket of my jeans for a few years? How did it take this long to be ready for a lively conversation, living life together, discovering new things once again. Why do the eyes see things new and fresh that have been right in front of them day after day after day without notice. Complacency, or maybe just familiarity?

This time around it feels different. There is more purpose, more direction, perhaps more intentionality not to delay anymore. A longing to forego negative opinions and detractors, to follow the will and the call to use the gifts so graciously given. I’m looking forward to what’s ahead. To collect the world once again with purpose and intention, a sliver of time measured in fractions of a second. To find those things, and places, and people that have yet to be confined in a photograph, in Plato’s Cave.

On a practical note… I am creating an actual portfolio over on, something I’ve wanted to do for years. Head over there for a place to let the photography speak for itself, and stay tuned here on my blog for a more casual commentary on photography. 

This post was originally written in April 2016, then slightly updated in April 2017 and 2018, and now it’s April 2019, and I’m still struggling with this, still fighting with myself on why photography won’t let me go, won’t leave me alone, why it keeps pulling me back in year after year. This time I think I’m here to stay. I’ve put 30+ years of my life into photography at this point, I’m ready to embrace it.