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.
I asked Council to seize 21 acres in the floodplain of the Rivanna River, to provide the current owner of the property with just compensation, and create another river park. In the alternative there will be a 15 foot flood wall that blocks access from neighborhoods to the river, a 2 acre parking lot and 245 apartment units.
I hope to never climb another ladder but until I can arrange the particulars, the ladder is my dangerous friend who introduces me to his/her’s amoral chum, gravity. 9.8 meters per second squared…
Arthur and Celeste are watching squirrels, three feet away, on the ground. Repeated exposure, possibly diminishing their lust for squirrel chew toys? They do not bark, they do not jump the fence. Very impressive.
The handset was sculpted to work with human proportions. Mouth, ear, neck, shoulder. Called a handset but hands weren’t required to hold it. Ergonomic.