The orchard only bloomed for several days and then all turned green, the blossoms spent, lying on the ground.
Shot with a 2 1/4 camera with tri-x asa 400.
The orchard only bloomed for several days and then all turned green, the blossoms spent, lying on the ground.
Shot with a 2 1/4 camera with tri-x asa 400.
My father at 87, ten years before he died.
He had changed his shirt because his white undershirt was sticking out and ruining the image. As he changed, I saw how gaunt he was around his neck and asked him to hold his shirt up with his hands. The image I saw reminded me of a bust of a statesman or revered man. My father was a salesman most of his life. I wanted to elevate this man to the level of recognition reserved for governors and distinguish him for his honesty and candor in his life.
My mother after a book signing for Quartet: Four North Carolina Photographers.
I was standing close to my mother so that she would not fall as she was very frail. A friend photographed me and my mother and I cropped myself out of the picture.
We saw this orchard the day before and drove back to photograph the blossoms with Hope nude. The following day all the blossoms had blown away.
This portrait of mother was taken in 1996. We took it to her funeral in 2001. The clouds reflected on the frame point to heaven.