Quiet Orts
Notes on slow photography, small towns and long walks. New entries are posted irregularly, usually after a walk long enough to have something to say.
One Evening Through a Fence
I rarely photograph big cities. This time the only clear view was through a chain-link fence, and I decided to keep it.
Fog, Film and a Borrowed Tripod
Three hours at the edge of a frozen field waiting for the fog to lift. It didn't, and that was the best part.
Why I Stopped Chasing Golden Hour
For years I planned every walk around sunset. Then I started going into the forest in the middle of the day.
The Valley Everyone Has Already Photographed
How do you photograph a place that already exists on a million postcards? Badly, at first.