During my day job as a news photographer I often bump my camera's shutter release while walking along, jockeying into position among the TV guys or tossing my camera onto the car seat following an assignment.
About eight years ago I began to notice how interesting those accidental exposures looked and started saving them. In some the subject is recognizable, sort of, as a door frame or the dash of my car, yet most are complete abstractions of light and color, caught by a very slow shutter speed and lack of focus.
I have been pondering what I can do with these fortunate accidents, because I would hardly call them "Art," which by necessity would imply at least a degree of individual creativity. The trash in a dumpster is just trash; does bringing it into a gallery and stacking it in little piles make it art?
Anyway, these are triptychs of the an individual full-frame digital image, elongated to make three 11x14-inch panels, but otherwise unmanipulated.
During my day job as a news photographer I often bump my camera's shutter release while walking along, jockeying into position among the TV guys or tossing my camera onto the car seat following an assignment.
About eight years ago I began to notice how interesting those accidental exposures looked and started saving them. In some the subject is recognizable, sort of, as a door frame or the dash of my car, yet most are complete abstractions of light and color, caught by a very slow shutter speed and lack of focus.
I have been pondering what I can do with these fortunate accidents, because I would hardly call them "Art," which by necessity would imply at least a degree of individual creativity. The trash in a dumpster is just trash; does bringing it into a gallery and stacking it in little piles make it art?
Anyway, these are triptychs of the an individual full-frame digital image, elongated to make three 11x14-inch panels, but otherwise unmanipulated.
During my day job as a news photographer I often bump my camera's shutter release while walking along, jockeying into position among the TV guys or tossing my camera onto the car seat following an assignment.
About eight years ago I began to notice how interesting those accidental exposures looked and started saving them. In some the subject is recognizable, sort of, as a door frame or the dash of my car, yet most are complete abstractions of light and color, caught by a very slow shutter speed and lack of focus.
I have been pondering what I can do with these fortunate accidents, because I would hardly call them "Art," which by necessity would imply at least a degree of individual creativity. The trash in a dumpster is just trash; does bringing it into a gallery and stacking it in little piles make it art?
Anyway, these are triptychs of the an individual full-frame digital image, elongated to make three 11x14-inch panels, but otherwise unmanipulated.
During my day job as a news photographer I often bump my camera's shutter release while walking along, jockeying into position among the TV guys or tossing my camera onto the car seat following an assignment.
About eight years ago I began to notice how interesting those accidental exposures looked and started saving them. In some the subject is recognizable, sort of, as a door frame or the dash of my car, yet most are complete abstractions of light and color, caught by a very slow shutter speed and lack of focus.
I have been pondering what I can do with these fortunate accidents, because I would hardly call them "Art," which by necessity would imply at least a degree of individual creativity. The trash in a dumpster is just trash; does bringing it into a gallery and stacking it in little piles make it art?
Anyway, these are triptychs of the an individual full-frame digital image, elongated to make three 11x14-inch panels, but otherwise unmanipulated.
Forty-eight hours from Kansas to San Bernardino and back to see a new granddaughter. I thought, "I'll take a train." These are some of the people I met along the way.
Forty-eight hours from Kansas to San Bernardino and back to see a new granddaughter. I thought, "I'll take a train." These are some of the people I met along the way.
Forty-eight hours from Kansas to San Bernardino and back to see a new granddaughter. I thought, "I'll take a train." These are some of the people I met along the way.
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.








