As artists of any kind, we are all susceptible to artistic droughts and dry spells. Coming home with a day’s worth of less-than-inspiring work. It’s something I’ve experienced numerous times over the years. Enough to make me think it’s time to sell my camera and invest the money in a hot dog cart. Hell, why not? There’s no shame in providing tasty food to hungry customers every day. Luckily, I have a fail proof plan that always brings me back from the edge. That plan is, immerse yourself in art. The closer I get to art, the more I’m inspired to make my own. Museums, exhibitions, books. During my life in New York City and New Jersey. A visit to Washington Square or Union Square was like a like a lifesaving blood transfusion. Yesterdays trip to DC and the Bansky, Basquiat exhibition was the kick in the head I needed. With their art inspiring me since childhood. It was the swift kick in the ass that no time on the side lines could have provided. Sooner than later, the creative juices were flowing and an opportunity to take a picture I had envisioned for close to a year, came. Proving that, art and creativity is often sparked or refueled by placing yourself among it. Never let that drought or numbness settle in and destroy your creativity. When the well seems dry. Nourishment is never far away.
Category: Travel Photography
Unexpected Beauty
As we pulled into the rest stop on the way to Lancaster, PA. I left the car to see what the animated group of men gathered around the Knights of Columbus table was offering. I ordered a hot dog and lemonade to keep myself refreshed on the last leg of our journey to breakfast. I came across something you don’t usually see or notice at a truck stop. With my new camera grip assuring my weapon of choice is never far away. I captured this sign of nature while my wife relieved herself.

The Shock of a Lifetime.
As a kid who grew up in Queens and spent most of my life in the city, trips to the country and farms still fill me with excitement. This weekend’s trip to Lancaster, PA, was no exception. When mapping out our way home from a satisfying day, we drove past a group of cows relaxing after a hard day’s work. I shit you, not. The whole crew was sitting together as if they were at a family picnic. We quickly found a place to make a U-Turn to circle back. I excitedly grabbed my camera and pulled myself out of the car. Unlike last week while positioning myself along the Potomac River. I did not step into mud. However, the uneven patch of grass and my general lack of balance caused me to grab the fence as I fell forward. Unfortunately, the cows hadn’t warned me that the fence was electrified and…… zap. I was electrocuted for the first time in my life. Shocking, right. In all the years of jumping fences and trespassing. I’ve never had that happened. And though I survived. I learned a good lesson. Maybe it’s time to return to photographing babies.
A Change of Plans.
I admit it. I’m becoming more and more confident in letting my wife make our weekend plans. With my plans for a weekend adventure are primarily focused on coffee and record stores. Yesterday’s stop in Bethesda for ice cream and today’s drive to DC were exceptionally laid back. Slowly, but surely, I’m learning to take it slow and just relax a bit. I’ve photographer this overpass numerous time while driving on the George Washington Memorial Highway. One day I’ll take the nearby exit and stop to enjoy the eb and flow of things.

Irony
Lost and Found.
Thinking I lost an unhealthy amount of old images and folders of some life-affirming sessions was somewhat of a mind fuck. While it is rough on the brain. Coming to the conclusion that most things in life are temporary kept me from jumping from the proverbial bridge. When many, or most of the lost sessions, appeared on an old hard drive. There was definitely reason for celebration.
However when an image from a trip to Philadelphia, one I have no memory of taking. The joy was overwhelming. Taken in 2016. This image properly documents my obsession with music and my need to visit, at the very least, one record store per city I’ve visited. That includes, but doesn’t limit to cities suck as close as DC, Baltimore, and Raleigh, and as far as London, Paris, Dublin, and Tokyo. Looking back, I wish I had the guts to doument each one, it’s shoppers, employees and owners. That and bring a bag of records home with me would be great. Though I don’t recall what record store this is, I love the picture.
The Long and Winding Road.
There are few things that bring me calm as much as being left alone to take a few pictures. Whether it’s in the city, the suburbs, the countryside, or by the water. Being left alone to do my thing is the best gift you can give me. Thanks to my understanding wife, I had the chance to experience that today. Below is an image I feel, best describes the peaceful mood.

It’s About Time.
Truth be told. My photography and the inspiration to take photos have been at an all-time low. Going out in record heat during times of the day that aren’t conducive to the rules of light and shadows. That and other factors have seriously put a damper on my creativity. So much so that I was beginning to think I needed an open-ended break from one of my true loves. Thoughts such as “Haven’t you taken enough pictures already?” and “Maybe it’s time for something else.” With thoughts like that working their way into my mind. Leaving the camera behind on occasion have worked its way into my subconscious. That thought, “Leave the camera home.” immediately came to mind when my wife and I travelled to Baltimore to satisfy her craving for a great burger. And while Baltimore had been a regular destination since our return to the east coast. This time, we’d be traveling to an area we had yet to explore. Luckily, we brought it along. As we found this industrial beauty somewhere in between our burger and search for refreshing iced coffee. It’s many shadows and interesting lighting provided a boost and many opportunities to shoot in different modes that helped bring me out of what felt like an everlasting slump. Thus, allowing me to realize, while it’s okay to chase. Letting the right time come to you might be the most rewarding approach.

July 4th Antics
About a week ago. My wife suggested spending our July 4th on the beach. Not that it was a bad idea or anything. However, the fact that we’ve been experiencing record heat, and the day we picked would tear the skin right off ya. Still, she insisted. A three-day plan followed, involving three beaches. That sunny morning included a ninety-minute drive. Forty eight-dollar breakfast.Twenty dollar park entry. Twenty minutes from the car trunk to the sandy spot. Ten minutes on the beach before my wife decides it’s too hot and we should go home. Well planned.

Well, that didn’t go well.
As we arrived home from our day’s trip to Montgomery, Maryland. My wife was eager to see the images I had taken of the airfield, Cafe Sophie’s outdoor deck offered. Being that we arrived at a time when the scorching sun and record heat were bearing down on us. My expectations were almost nonexistent.





