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Celebrating Worldwide Pinhole Photography Day!
April 28, 2013


It was a chilly, and wet, weekend. My Saturday morning walk through Guadalupe River Park was a meander, as I had a friend walking with me. It’s difficult to concentrate on seeing when there is someone who wants to talk nearby. 


Near and far, far and near. My vision would not settle although the light was beautiful. I wanted the longer lens, then I wanted the macro lens. Had only the one with me; it was enough. 

The whole weekend was caught in this slow oscillation between tick and tock. A few more photos will surface. Later in the week. 

It goes like this sometimes. Focus returns at its own whim. 

– Godfrey
I haven’t posted much for a while.

I’ve been busy. 
I’m preparing to move soon.
I’ve been dealing with a painful foot.
They’ve paved my street with the tar stripes.
I’ve been distracted due to business. 
It’s been too warm.
It’s been too cool.
I’ve been tired.
It’s too early.
I’ve got too much to do.
I haven’t had the time

All these things get in the way. They chatter in the mind, noisy ghosts that whine and nag.

It’s so easy to get stuck when you lose the silence of your thoughts. I must let fewer things get in the way. 

This morning I rose at 5:30. I quieted all my thoughts, picked up my book and camera, went for my walk. It was cool, but not too cool. There were few people out on the street walking, it was quiet. The air was soft, the coffee at the cafe down the street warm. It felt good. I made a few photos I liked. 


As I sat in the cafe reading my book and enjoying the quiet, the cloud cover broke and the light turned exquisite. The empty table and chairs, the pulls for the window shade, all turned beautiful in the soft light and shadow. 

I posted five photos to my stream today:

And I put four of these photos into a quiet fragment of an idea that I’ve been working on, a video presentation.

Please visit and enjoy. 
The air, misty, smells of salt and sea this morning. I walk my mile to the coffee shop and think. Homeless woman with her wide wicker hat and bag of belongings sleeps on the sidewalk in the cool mist four blocks from my apartment door. A shard of leaf and pavement catches my attention: I make a photograph. Walk on, think, and try to see.


Onwards, I return.
I love my morning walks. The air is fresh and crisp, the weather can be clear or foggy, and the world is quiet. I can let my mind wander while my eyes are looking, watching for those moments that make the photos I like. 

I remember this day last September when it was foggy … these two guys talking as I had my coffee, illuminated by the light. I’d forgotten all about it until yesterday. As I was looking for something else in that time period, this photo jumped up and caught my eye.


So that brought me to think a little bit about this process of ‘discovering the forgotten’.

I have literally thousands of unprocessed photos. How about a “Picture A Day” project where I find one or another of my un-processed photos to present? I’m sure I could pull out a week or two worth of photos to post in advance so I don’t run behind. But whether to post them on this blog or create a new blog for them, or … hmm. 

I’ll figure it out in a day or two .. 

Photography Workshops Update 

Here’s what’s coming up on my workshop calendar in April …

April 24-25 :: Creating B&W Photographs: A Digital Approach

A two-day, hands-on workshop exploring the creation and rendering of black and white photographs using digital tools. The workshop will encompass using both Adobe Photoshop and Lightroom in this free-form discussion with lots of hands-on time. You are required to bring your camera, your laptop computer with Photoshop and/or Lightroom, and your photos to work with. No prerequisite classes are required. 

Offered at the Media Center, 900 San Antonio Road, Palo Alto, California, USA

For more information and registration see the website

Or call Dave Sorokach (650-494-8686) at the Media Center.

Or email me directly.. 

It’s been dark and cold these mornings of Winter 2010. So easy not to go for a walk in the pre-dawn chill, to enjoy the warmth of staying in bed or even just hanging out in my comfy chair while reading a good book. So easy … listening to the news on radio and television speaking dark things about jobs and economies and war. It has been dark, and that has been getting under my skin too much. 


A recent daty, late in the afternoon, after a lot of time spent at the computer once again. I headed off to Mountain View for a walk and a cup. Sitting in the cafe and enjoying my drink, I saw them working on their computers. I had to refrain from chuckling as I pulled out the camera, switched lenses and snapped the shutter. Simply too many good nuances … I was afraid I’d miss it the shot if I did anything to distract them from their reveries. Every time I look at it, I smile again.

I’ve been out walking mornings since. Enough of dark and winter: time to think of brighter things. 
It’s that moment again. The first week of a new year. Holidays are over, decorations came down. The list of things to be completed last year is done. The new year’s list begins. And inertia grips the mind and thoughts … the break in routine is done, but it wants to linger. 

I went for a walk this past Sunday morning. I’d been sitting, reading, early on and the sun slipped behind the cloud of fog. Up, up and out. Fast before the fog goes.


It was marvelous out there. The fog, while it lasted, was very chill: I wore hat and gloves, scarf under my jacket. The stillness and quiet of the sunday morning was broken only by the occasional other walker or occasional car cruising slowly along in the mists. 

A sense of distance, of quiet beginnings, of the moment’s pause before the plunge back into activities and doing again. A pause between tick and tock. It’s been three days and I still can’t shake off that brief walk in fog …


But I must. There is work to do, and events to plan, and the year must indeed begin. 

Register for the Lightroom workshop now! There are a few seats available. 

January 9-10 :: Lightroom: Starting In The Middle
(Saturday 3-6pm, Sunday 11-5pm)

A two-session workshop for photographers interested to learn how to use Adobe Lightroom. No prerequisites, some familiarity with Photoshop and image processing can be helpful but isn’t necessary. Lightroom is a image management and processing application that handles the photographic process from camera card to finished products efficiently and effectively … Ideal for everyone from the amateur to the professional photographer. It integrates well with Photoshop users work as well, supplying the image management capabilities that Photoshop lacks. 

The classroom is fully equipped, students are welcome to bring a library of their own work, either on external hard drive or laptop, as well to ensure the workshop is most useful to their needs. 

Offered at the Media Center, 900 San Antonio Road, Palo Alto, California, USA

For more information and registration see the website

Or call Dave Sorokach (650-494-8686) at the Media Center

Or email me directly if you have questions.. 

It rained lightly last night as we slept, fitfully tossing about in bed due to over-full bellies and heads full of fun from Thanksgiving Dinner. A fine time to walk this morning, the air soft and moist, clouds overhead, colors looking saturated and rich. 


A woman I know from the neighborhood stopped as I sat sipping my morning coffee in front of the cafe. “Aren’t you cold?” she said. “No, not at all. It’s too beautiful out today to sit inside, particularly after yesterday’s fest with friends. How was your holiday?” And with that we chatted for ten minutes, enjoying stories of Thanksgiving Days past. 

I left a little bit later, passing by another friend’s house on the way home. She was there at the kitchen table in the window, along with her friend who helps take care of her husband. She waved me over. More family, stories of the the feast, stories of pranks. Others on their morning walks joined us … half in the house, half outside on the porch. A patrol car driving through flashed his lights, we all waved, he waved back and I was handed a big mug of coffee to give him. 

I walked on, the quiet light still glowing long past the time on a clear day it would have been to harsh to make a photograph. And this red arc of leaves presented itself for my enjoyment. 

Like another time, in a mind far far away: sometimes the neighborhood is just as it always was. 

It’s good to see that there is such strength all around us.
The weather’s been cold. Very cold indeed at dawn when my walk begins. I shuffle, stumble a little bit sometimes if I’m not fully awake yet. Had to wear gloves this week. But I will not stop walking, such amazing things appear to me on this three-quarters of a mile walk.


She was out there again that morning, the woman who sleeps in nooks and crannys, by fences of houses in the neighborhood. Every day I see her, almost always down the block pushing a basket of her belongings. I wonder: where is she sleeping in this cold night and morning air? 

I watch the pavement as it passes under my feet. Again, things appear unbidden as I listen to a lecture on Zen Buddhism. I try to capture them, hold them in a brief moment of time and perception, let them expand to an infinity of Present. 


A little book I found at the used bookstore the other day. Had to have it. ZEN in the Art of the Photograph by Robert Leverant. 

“When we are taking a picture, we are taking a picture.”

Keep walking.
It has been hard to write these last two weeks. My head has been full of too many things to think about, too much stuff to do, too much writing to do outside of photography and journaling. 

I’ve been out walking every morning, though, and collecting photos. This morning as I returned home, I heard a rustle in the trees next to me so I stopped. I looked up. And there I found this fat fellow looking back at me. Not skittering away as they usually do, just looking. I had only a normal lens on the camera and it was still quite dark, but better to try than not to get any picture at all… 


176 – The Observer – Sunnyvale 2009

He was a handsome little guy and darted away around the trunk after three exposures. I guess the shutter broke his cool. 

But the seasons have changed. It’s been cool to cold this past weeks’ mornings. Dark when I leave the apartment; quieter too. And another season’s change is happening: time to think out this blog on a different footing rather than doing it as a day by day ‘whatever comes to mind’ ramble. I have some ideas, it will be fun. 

Thinking, looking for inspiration, I reached for the Tao Te Ching again. My intelligent book fell open to  … 

Verse 35

Hold fast to the Great Form within
and let the world pass as it may
The changes of life will not bring pain
but contentment, joy, and well-being.

Music and sweets are passing pleasures
yet they cause people to stop
How bland and insipid are the things of this world
when one compares them with Tao!
One tastes, but the sweetness turns bitter
One sees, but the colors grow faint
One hears, but the sound fades into silence

One may look for fulfillment in this world
but his longings will never be exhausted
The only thing he ever finds
is that he himself is exhausted.

I hope that squirrel has his winter store of food laid aside.