Nature's art

When does a photograph become less a snapshot and more a work of art? I carry my camera everywhere I go and I shoot what I see, when I see it: the angles, curves, shadows, highlights and forms – the pieces that shape the whole. ( And the whole too.)

I don’t preconceive my final images very often, so am I an artist? Or am I a tourist?

These photographs are the patterns painted on the beach by wind, water and sand; my “snapshot” of nature’s abstract art.
Beach patterns

The Ocean

I recently spent a week in Oregon, four days on the northern coast and three days in Portland. I took hundreds of photographs, so many that I'm still editing them four weeks later. I probably took way too many photographs of ocean waves but, being from the desert, I felt the need to record the total experience on the beach, the changing light, the shifting sands and the waves that at certain moments crashed and at other moments undulated softly onto the shore, but always, always moving. There is no one precise way to capture “the ocean.” Every image is a unique and transient moment that will never be seen again.