Ducks On The Winter River

As a photographer, I’m always looking out for new locations, subjects, and experiences to shoot. However, I find that I am compelled to periodically return to a handful of subjects. As anyone following me will know, I the Cuyahoga River is a frequent subject on this site. I feel like I should have more of a problem with that than I do.

The riverfront is one of my absolute favorite places to walk, and it’s never the same twice. The sounds of the animals, the current of the river, the personalities of the people I pass on the path, the smell of the trees and soil, all meld to create what feels like a living, thriving, changing organism.

I have watched ducklings grow up and start families of their own. I witnessed trees older than the path beneath my feet die and be swept away by the raging waters of the spring thaw. I have seen layers of graffiti showed me confessions of love, battles against authority, and art that could not be contained by canvas.

So, I ask my fellow artists, if any of you have had the privilege of watching an environment grow. If you have, I would love to hear about it. If not, I encourage you, all of you, to take the time to understand the world around you; not just watch, but feel it. You’ll be surprised by what you’ll discover.

 

Cherry Blossom Festival

When my friend Alyssa invited me out to Washington DC for the annual Cherry Blossom Festival, there was no way I could turn down the opportunity. On top of it being a good chance for me to get out, I figured that it would be good way to start creating news content again.  However; the attempt to combine the work and play didn’t work nearly as well as I had hoped. Basically, my attempts to work on news and self promote was time I was leaving Alyssa out, and time spent having fun was time I was stressing about not getting the shots and story that I wanted.

That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy the trip; DC was a blast. Getting to see the gathering of so many different cultures of people together in the capitol was amazing. I was happy just soaking up the atmosphere and taking photos while sitting in traffic. However; I think the highlight came after the festival started winding down, and Alyssa and I found ourselves at the super hero themed gay bar, The Green Lantern. We spent a few hours conversing with a group of older gentlemen, and even caught the prep to some sort of leather and latex event. Shame we both had places to be the next day, or we would have stayed. After an arduous late night drive in a car with some… questionable breaks, we arrived back I Kent around 6am. While the next day was pretty rough, it was totally worth the trip. I can’t wait to go back to DC again .