The Green Door. One More Night Without Sleeping! Jim Lowe rode this catchy refrain to claim a bouncy top 40 hit in 1956. Today, boisterous laughter pulls me toward this tightly closed portal. The funky green paint jumps out in my Nikon viewfinder. Guitar riffs punctuated by high pitched cackles
Orange Line heading downtown. Boston. The street shooter has to be ready and sometimes inconspicuous. My Nikon dangled on my chest. I just knew it was a moment. So I gently touched my shutter without ever directly catching her gaze. Now over a decade later I can still hear her
With no apologies to Steve Mc Curry. (My girl was not Photoshopped.) The microcosm is one of my favorite photography devices. I lift the obscure up to be pleasing eye candy. Art is full of almost unnoticed subsidiary gems. But when given the visual spotlight, these back benchers can rock.
We approached a wrecked tool shed in nearly deserted Sierra Blanca, Texas. The golden morning light on this window caught my eye. I cranked up the controls on my Nikon to full rock ‘n roll—deep under exposure, vivid color, and heavy saturation. I would never turn down my camera
I spied this old gooseneck lamp reflecting off the rear red wall of a neighborhood ice cream parlor. I moved in tight and seriously under exposed my frame. This is what the Forensic Forage is all about. Walk about, keeping your eye peeled for mundane funk. Then capture it in
The bridge is a dynamic, living structure. The vibration of the automobile traffic blends with the gentle swaying of the Girl in the ever present Bay crosswinds. Anyone viewing this image recognizes the location immediately. My body constantly vibrated as I steadied my Nikon. This shot is solid gold for
Crawdaddy’s Photography. My photography employs minimalist classical shooting techniques which offer a throwback alternative to computer driven modern photography. This approach carries the label Forensic Foraging in a nod to the plodding techniques of early crime scene pictorial work. Forensic Foraging is not in direct competition with any other
The Loop, home of the Elevated Train, is a final shooting destination for the street photographer. I could probably ride for days just shooting commuters and the diverse neighborhoods adjacent to the many stations. However, the best days of shooting the Loop are probably past. Downtown Chicago is fast losing
Remembering Manzanar. By William C. Crawford The burly, ex-Ivy League defensive back shuffled out of the bright sunlight and headed straight through the dimly lit museum portal. These last few steps provided a sharp contrast between the windswept beauty of the mountain rimmed valley outside and the subdued light
Swept Away! Jimmy Pro Washes Out In Terlingua Creek William C. Crawford A wash-off in the Big Bend Country of Texas may closely resemble an arroyo in neighboring New Mexico. Both are ephemeral streams carrying big water only during winter storms and monsoon season. The terms are often used
Diarrhea Gold—The Curious Back Story. I have the unlikely distinction of creating a brand new color on the Sherwin-Williams paint chart. It happened back in 1972 in the seedy furniture manufacturing town of High Point, NC. I was a rookie social worker struggling to re-adjust back in
Shooting Photographs of a Wrecked Freedom Bus Conjures Up a Visitor or Two From Mississippi’s Darkest Past. I had passed the decaying bus on Northwest Boulevard more than few times. Its rusting carcass with badly fractured glazings held a funky allure for a wandering photographer like me. I shoot