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This is one of my favorite portraits. I have it hanging on my wall and it has a very serene feeling about it. Somehow the stinking, disgusting backwater of the Delaware River seems more like a small Southern creek with a Belle gracing its shores. At first I was upset that Jen’s hair covered her […]
We thought it would be brilliant to have Jen climb into the tree and have the boys discover her there. What we didn’t realize was how hard it would be to get the framing right with me holding the camera on a monopod several feat above my head while firing it with a pocket Wizard. […]
The idea was that the “boys” were going to devolve into savages after being stranded. Naturally they would have to start hunting for food. -Matt
I think it is required somewhere (page 103 to be exact) in the photographer’s handbook to have band members standing around looking inquisitively at their strange surroundings. -Matt P.S. Sorry for the bad typo in yesterday’s post.
So many moons ago a band deemed me cool enough to shoot promo photos for them. The shoot turned into a cool little production based loosely upon Lord of the Flies. Take a bunch of dudes and put them in English looking school clothes and then add lots of mud. More to follow, including, conk […]
Western Albemarle is home to many photographic treasures. I stumbled upon this while examining a cemetery in White Hall last fall.
This is a picture from deep within my archive. In Riverside, NJ a little town I covered at my former paper, there was a repair shop that specialized in Beetle repair. The edge of the property was lined along the sidewalk with junk Beetles. Each one was in a different state of decay and color. […]
This sign makes them even spookier. Nuff said. -Matt
I was out having a good time flyering for the Photo Night last night and stumbled upon this scene late in the evening. Trains are mysterious in a way just north of creepy. This photo I think illustrates that nicely. There is nothing inherently foreboding in the photo, but the weight of the surrounding blackness […]
When I was a little kid my parents bought me a telescope and I couldn’t wait until dark to start playing around with it. I placed the tripod on the end of the porch and aimed the lens at other interesting stuff in the bright afternoon sky. I don’t think I had ever flown yet […]
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