Photography

Kelleys Island has been an endless source of information, store house of material and locus operandi for the sculpture and painting on which I have spent my working life. I’ve walked the beaches of the island since I was able to walk. Later, at around seven, I began a lifelong exploration of the interior. In my walks short and long, I’ve watched tilled fields and tended vineyards turn to weeds, then brush, then woods. As habitats shifted, the pheasants vanished, the coons arrived and fox. Cattle grazed over land later home to the deer and coyote. The coyotes do not cry out now in the evening. The rabbits are there now as always.

I photographed fields in the late fifties and over the years have photographed the same spots many times always finding something new. I photographed the water in the morning, then the evening. The water is never the same, nor am I, or you. Perhaps Kelleys Island is not a better or richer place then any number of others, but it is my home. If it isn’t already yours, enjoy the visit.
 

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A backward look	A Gradient	A Grim Dance	A Purple Cast	A Subaqueous Shimmer
Adventurer - port side	after the ice storm	after the rain	after the wave	Against the setting sun
another gradient	another array	Approach to Windy	Approaching the Europa	Approaching the Niagra
Arriving for Christmas	Ash Bark, Encrusted	at ebb in raking light	Bearing Left	Beginning the approach to the Europa
Breaker	By Indirection Find Direction Out	Cold fingers	Cold, cold, cold wind	Coming on the Niagra
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