Marisa Mitchell, aka Mars, is a kickass artisan, working in metal, concrete, and glass. I visited her in her metal workshop to do an environmental portrait of this woman handling fire, thus retelling the myth of Prometheus - spolier alert: this time the gods are beaten.Read More
It’s not over until the fat lady sings, and I am the fat lady who believes in closing the show with a finished and polished image. Read more about the skills beyond the camera that a professional photographer should have.Read More
I crashed a photographer’s shootout in the Old City area of Knoxville and had the opportunity to do some street portraiture. Courtney was a beautiful model for this and got my creative flow going. Check it out.Read More
While on assignment in Charleston, SC, I went to Folly Beach and met a kite surfer, Nick Ellyn. So I shot him, just because . . .
Street photography does not have to be on the literal street. Sometimes it is on the Atlantic Ocean.Read More
I was happy to oblige when my friend, noted photographer Jill Geisler, called me to ask if I could take some pictures of an adoption. I got to meet the Burket family and attend a joyous occasion. Who doesn't love seeing a new addition to the family?Read More
When a picture that is "just a snapshot" is much more and why I choose to provide my wedding clients with the digital files for their images. A sweet story about why this picture of my children means so much to me.Read More
East Tennessee got its first snow yesterday and more is promised this weekend. I could not get out and about too far from home - Nor'easterners might scoff but you have to know how our back roads go up and down steeply, and bend and curve; driving was treacherous.
But here are some images from around my homestead, Dog Hill. Click on any to see a larger image.
Unfortunately, my Halloween was made sad by the death of our family cat on the day before, so to soothe my spirits, I take to the trails in the Smokies. I always wanted to see Abrams Falls and figured that although the trip to get to its trailhead would be crowded with leaf peepers through Cades Cove, it was better than staying home to mope.
I got to the trailhead at noon. The sky was overcast and the temp was 57. Although there was a long line of cars on the loop, I was surprised to find relatively few people at Abrams Creek. The trip is 5 miles roundtrip, with only an elevation gain of about 600 feet - not bad. Despite my old knees, I got back to the parking lot at 2:40 pm, and that included a 30-minute stop at the falls to eat my lunch and kick back.
Click on any image below to see a larger size.
The trail is typical of East Tennessee: roots and rocks. I did not see any bears - at one point, I heard something big in the brush, only to have a girl walk around the corner and say, "It's okay - it's just my brother taking a pee!" I occasionally stopped when I was nearer the creek to look for movement by the water, hoping to spot an otter, but did not see one.
I can always tell when I am nearing the trailhead on the way back - I started running into people who had started their hike. One woman asked me, hopefully, "I'm about halfway there, right?"
No, ma'am, you're not - but take your time and hike your own hike.
Rest in peace, our Ronnie. You were loved, little girl.