photography from the Chesapeake Bay watershed by Bill Emory
Author: WmX
I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.
Privacy is good to practice. Conditions in societies without privacy don’t appeal. An exception to the joys of privacy occurs when incapacitated. In a closed room with no windows. Unable to move. God knows you are there. Dog knows you are there. But neither watchmaker God nor dog have the skill set required to fix your fall. Hug the concrete.
Shore birds are inured to motorized watercraft, but display a degree of alarm if the boat is quiet. Eek! A kayak. This balloon snuck up on me this morning then fired the propane burner. Eek.