The Forensic Forage Thrives on Finding Funk.

Nevada desert junk yard. Think of the steel carcass as a sculpture created jointly by Detroit and the harsh natural elements. Then imagine the location as an open air museum with free admission. What you have here is visual funk.

Just like pornography, you know it when you see it. You might just define it simply as being “off the wall” or as being “quirky odd“. I have been combining funk with the mundane in photo frames for decades. Confronted with shooting something spectacular like the Grand Canyon or the NYC sky line, I tilt hard toward fabulous funk. Why?! Many people have little appreciation for it, so the well crafted off kilter image often turns out to be quite revelatory for some of my audience.

Funky, mundane shots are somewhat like the Mississippi blues. They are simpatico but “of the people“ and “true to the real world“. When you consume either, then you are really dealing with genuine authenticity. This important A word is why my work consciously avoids much computer manipulation and post processing.

I never have known for certain whether any of my images rose to the level of art. I gleefully entrust that decision to the viewer. However, I can say with complete certainty that I consistently deliver authenticity imbedded in an eclectic menu. Thankfully, this is exactly my primary goal. Not many people ever make it to a Nevada open air museum. But I found this exhibit on foot and I got this resulting frame published. You just have to be out there …(Jimmy Pro)

For Doug Brown. He helped to get us here. RIP.

Fractured Fungus Covered Window Glass. Junked Freedom Bus. North Carolina Salvage Yard.

The bus is part of some jarring American history but it also unexpectedly coughed up some funky modern art. I learned to shoot these naturally occurring abstracts from my colleague Jim Provencher. The patterns, coloration, and presentation are very engaging. But the location of this fractured glazing real piqued my

Some Suspect Rock ‘n Roll Was Banned in Our House.

Don’t Worry Mom, She’s Italian! Timi Yuro missed a golden chance for her career to be really spectacular. She turned down legendary composer Burt Bacharach’s offer to record WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW IS LOVE, in late 1962. She had already charted Number 1 a year earlier

I Found City Lights, Ferlinghetti, and a Young Man Named Jack.

I never made it to City Lights Book Store until the 2011honeymoon of my second marriage. The ethereal lure of San Francisco’s iconic North Beach was then powerful enough to finally coax me there. As I foraged the upstairs nooks, I felt the creative energy of those Beat geniuses

The Technicolor Barrel.

My work magnetically follows decay. The Great American Desert offers up some of the slowest, most spectacular decay in the world. Hard by the Borderline, a near ghost town hides decaying beauty. These brilliant colors fueled by a high noon winter sky offer up dramatic contrasts that could be stolen

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Fractured Fungus Covered Window Glass. Junked Freedom Bus. North Carolina Salvage Yard.

Some Suspect Rock ‘n Roll Was Banned in Our House.

I Found City Lights, Ferlinghetti, and a Young Man Named Jack.

The Technicolor Barrel.