“Beautiful”, “July” and “Dallas” are three words that don’t often find themselves sharing the same sentence. July afternoons around here are usually spent indoors, in a pool or running from shade to shade but every now and then mother nature forgets which month it is and just throws something pleasantly random at us.
On occasion I have been walking around taking pictures of this or that and after snapping an image I look at the LCD screen and smile because I’m convinced the image I captured does a good job of conveying the reality of the moment. But on even rarer occasions I leave with that impression only to get home, upload the images and see that the picture I took conveys something entirely different Sometimes, something better.
“Every artist was first an amateur.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’ve drawn inspiration and encouragement in my life from a multitude of people. People to whom I am forever indebted, but a few years ago, though sheer happenstance really, I came across the work of two photographers that I suspect have done more than any to open my eyes to what photography is and could be.