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 (7)
Chipka
Funny how the river looks so narrow there...well it IS narrow, little more than a Creek, but leave it to Chicago to call it a river. You can walk across it if you don't mind wading in water up to your thighs. Oh well...I wouldn't do that now as it's too cold. I love the light in this. I remember that day and that meandering walk. The light was just so perfect and so crisp. You really caught that in this image. I like it a lot! You should post that other one soon, the one you took when it was a bit warmer...it's nicely moody and goes well with this one. But in terms of this one, I like it quite a lot. The tree bark contains just enough of a warm yellow to make this picture nicely lively.
durleybeachbum
I really like the all the verticals which give it a matrix, and then the slanty tree and diagonal shadows giving the compo some dynamism. Looks a bit less urban than some of your pics!
Sea_Dog
I see your point about perfect conditions - in this shot I feel the chill air on my face and the winter sunlight that brings no warmth. But a scene like this and it is all worth it.
beachzz
You and Chip find beauty in the simplest things, everywhere you go. But you're right about just KNOWING---my vision is terribly altered now; I see it all thru the lens of a camera!!
watapki66
Very nice shot!
auntietk
Oooh yeah ... light and ice and water and shadows ... what a great shot!
myrrhluz
Wonderful lines! I love the shadows of early morning and late afternoon. Time seems to slow down and stretch out just like these shadows stretch long across the icy river. Beautiful light, reflections and patterns. I love the spiky grass on the bottom right! Excellent shot!