Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (14)
zoren
lovely....I remember riding my bike through these fallen autumn leaves.
beachzz
Fall is my least favorite season; I always have a hard time letting go of the summer. But a foto such as this, with the little story you included, is impossible not to like. I love the POV, and understand how things like that can come back to rattle our cages once in a while.
auntietk
This is a beautiful shot, and a wonderful pov. The light really does set the leaves on fire ... this is a really fine image ... most excellent!
mariogiannecchini
Bei colori ! Bel punto di vista !
morningglory
Terrific!!!
NefariousDrO
That is beautiful! I love the angle, because of the contrasting colors and the way the sun lights up the tree. Wonderful!
Rainastorm
This is absolutely beautiful. My favorite time of year is fall...love your POV.
Sea_Dog
Wow, stunning colors and a great POV. Well done.
cfulton
This is a magical point of view, wonderful colours and shadows. Very well done, Clive
durleybeachbum
Wonderful! When I first looked i saw a naked figure whose skirts have fallen to the ground.
tennesseecowgirl
Very pretty...
Chipka
I love Andrea's comment! Now whenever I see this, I think of an exposed, skirtless figure. The POV is fantastic and the colors pop. I remember seeing this on your camera. It looks so much better full sized and not cramped on a little bitty screen. You caught the light perfectly. And as for the commentary you wrote to accompany it; yeah, fever dreams can be pretty intense...sometimes interesting but more often than not, just flat-out bothersome. Like party guests who don't know when to leave. Great work here!
helanker
What a wonderful tree that is and I tell you I LUUVE the fall. I love the colors, the scent in the air and the peace. HEHE to what Andrea wrote, now I see that too.
myrrhluz
I don't have any illness memories that intrude, but I do agree that the way memory works is very curious. I went through a period of very deep inner reflection and for a period remembered all kinds of things from my childhood. As I got out of my not particularly helpful, self obsession, the memories slowly drifted away. I know they are still there, just not on the surface anymore. I really love this image! It entrenched itself so strongly in my brain, that I have managed not to be influenced by Andrea's naked figure. Well not too much anyway. The leaves are beautiful and the thin branches make wonderful designs against them. I love the play of light and shadow on the trunk. I love the fall, though ours is less spectacular then most. It does mean relief from oppressive heat.