This wrecked family home is but one surviving casualty of the brutal cartel drug wars around 2010. Gunfire in town streets killed scores of innocent civilians and orphaned many children. The carnage went down on both sides of the Border. Columbus had escaped serous gun play since 1916 when revolutionary
Jimmy Pro wheeled the Jetta rental into the mud puddle pocked parking lot of Mel's Diner. It was supper time and the storm front was breaking up. The low hanging, ink jet black clouds parted. The setting sun was now revealed with its concentrated golden light spotlighting a
Foraging Smelter Town—Finding Super Fund Origins, Tom Rush, and Death. Our Jetta died when we stopped to answer the call of nature. A text to AAA yielded the prospect of a two hour wait for a mechanic. Our luncheon foray to Sunland Park, New Mexico, was placed on temporary
Forensic Foraging : Unlocking The Unseen. Most things, no matter how trite and mundane, have intrinsic beauty or interest when presented in just the proper way. This is the core premise underlying Forensic Foraging, an alternative technique for digital photography. This emerging motif employs the same throwback principles that made color
Solar Eclipse Triggers A Flashback to the Jungle War. My nightmares subsided decades ago. Loud noises and bizarre smells finally stopped putting me into a funky spin. As a social worker, I had a fool for a client but I finally dragged myself out of the Jungle War once and
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