- I been a professional photographer since I worked for the US Government documenting Test and Evaluation of Research and Development projects for the US Army and US Navy in the later half of the 1980s. I came home to Maine to finish my Marketing Degree at USM and began to work full time in Market Research and Marketing for many years while documenting weddings and occasional photojournalist and commercial jobs on the weekends. In 2001 I again returned to photography as a full time trade and have never been a happier man. I love working with creative individuals, couples, small businesses and select Non-Profits and can’t imagine working in any other trade. In 1987 I was lucky enough to wed my high school sweetheart and we now live in a cozy little solar powered, recycled bungalow a mile deep in our woods in the Western Hills of Maine with our two brilliant home-schooled teenage daughters and our three cats.
three does in the field
notice me as I go by
and break from their lunch.
One my way home from an errand the other day, I saw these white tail deer in the field up on the hill. The winter has been really good to the deer this year because we've had so little snow there should be a very large herd statewide by next Fall.
ice shacks on thin ice,
skiers swoosh down the mountain
both, fine Maine pastimes
Niether of which I partake in even though this is Moose Pond and Shawnee Peak on Pleasant Mountain a mere few miles from my house. (oops...I had mistakenly called this Highland Lake in my initial posting of this...an annon viewer pointed out the error.)
Buck and Tracey gather wood.
Friends make hard loads light.
The really easy winter (so far) has meant that we're not even half way through the 5 cords of wood that we put up for the year. It will be interesting to see what the next two months brings us for spring weather.
Dad played his guitar,
for years only by himself.
Now makes up lost time.
Back in August of last year I made a blog entry from a trip out to Casco Bay for a family jam session.
Well, these sessions go on year round but usually at my Aunt Sandy's house. I attend them when I'm not booked for a weekend job. We usually have upwards of 20 people attend. This week's PAW (above) comes from the session that we had on Saturday.
Growing up, my instrument has traditionally been a bass guitar (currently a fretless Dean acoustic Performer), but I've been playing a six string guitar (just got an Alvarez professional Folk anniversary 2005 all mahogany...ooooh) at these jams and am learning the mandolin (got a cheap electric Fender to learn on.) I occasionally play the bass if ma tante takes a break.
My dad has played the guitar for as long as I remember and he did very well that he imbued me with my love for music by teaching me to play as a kid, but being hard on himself as a perfectionist, he had always just played mostly by himself or immediate family for a very long time. These sessions now attract a lot of folks who aren't family and they have him out of his long time self imposed shell, having a ball and learning a lot more about his instrument again. I'm proud to say that he can now knock out a lot more wicked lead riffs for quite a number of songs that I'll never figure out on a six string.
Dad with Pete jamming in the background. This was shot hand held in low light at 1/6 of a second, but I liked it (even with motion blur) so here it is. I call it "musicians in funny hats."
(D70 w/18-70 Kit lens)
the snows have returned
winter is now upon us
only six more weeks!
If you look closely at the larger version of our ancient heirloom apple tree in the first photo, you will see about eight stuburn hold out apples still clinging to the branch in the first week of February!
The second shot this week is a close up of the viburnum and spruce that Tracey decorated our window boxes with for the Holiday season. It still looks nice so we'll keep it there until the other green starts to wake up again.
(Nikon D70 with 80-200/2.8)