my finger traced across the map following the shoreline, I tried to visualize
the places as their names echoed in my mind. There were lots of green and what
seemed like an eternity of water nearly surrounding an isolated peninsula. It
looked like a place that could be called home.
At the time, the Colorado
high country was where my snowshoes hung and even though I loved the mountains,
water was calling me. Growing up in southeastern coastal North Carolina, most
days possible were spent fishing, sailing and surfing. I wanted to get back to
the water. However, it wasnít the Atlantic calling, it was Lake Superior. So,
in true vagabond fashion, I grabbed my old camera, loaded my van and headed for
an inland sea.
most amateur photographers, I wanted to document
the beautiful places that saw the soles of my boots.
Iím not exactly sure when I started to get serious about photography.
Being entirely self taught was certainly the long way around, but I believe the
unhurried time spent learning allowed me to develop a unique style. I
concentrate on light, texture & color as well as the juxtaposition of all
three, rather than simply finding a subject to photograph.
Although I'm called an 'artist', I feel that nature is the artist &
that I simply interpret it's beauty. This respect for the natural world
reflects my deep-rooted affection for the land which hopefully is evident
in the images I capture on film.
have been photographing the Upper Peninsula for about twelve years now, and have
been sharing some of those images with you at galleries, art shows and
exhibitions. During that time quite a few folks have asked when I would put a
collection my work together in book form. Itís taken a while, but here it is.
I have lots of wonderful images from the whole lake Superior basin, I chose to
focus on my home- the U.P. Rather than show images of more notable and easily
accessible features, I chose images that remind us of the whole, such as a loon
wailing in the distance, a summer shower, a storm rolling across the big lake or
the quiet of a winter wood. I hope to leave you with a feeling, somewhat
intangible, but forming an impression all the sameÖ like a fleeting chickadee
hope is that your journey through these images will allow you to feel what I
have felt when hiking, paddling or sitting on a sunny outcropping Ė a sense of
wonderment and a spirit of place.
usual, my camera will continue to tag along on trips to places on the map that
drew my finger to them years ago, which I now no longer have