Anybody can play. The note is only 20 percent. The attitude of the motherfucker who plays it is 80 percent. -Miles Davis
This series of photos, which I call Riffs, resonates like modern jazz. Since I’ve been in Florida, I’ve made it a mindfulness practice to carry my camera or phone and wait for a photo to come to me. I’m not hunting. I’m listening.
I’m listening, with my intuition, through my eyes, awake for something subtle — a shift in light, a tension in a line, a mood that hovers just beneath the surface. It’s like having music in my mind, but instead of playing an instrument I’m using a camera. The frame becomes the measure. Light becomes tone. Angles become rhythm.
I’m not interested in representing the thing itself. A palm isn’t about botany. A street isn’t about traffic. A building isn’t about architecture. A shoreline isn’t about geography. I want the image to act like a riff — structured but loose, slightly bent, unfinished on purpose. Something that lingers, hums, and leaves a little space for the viewer to improvise.






Nice!
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Thanks Anonymous!
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Both your words and your photographs are just lovely.
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Thank you two times!
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Oh, that is lovely – both your essay and your photos. Just lovely.
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THanks again!
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I could see some photo magazines publishing many of your photos along with your thoughtful commentary,
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Thanks again!
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I could see these being published along with your thoughtful commentary.
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Thank you my friend!
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These are great photos ands a cool essay. Thanks, Dave! You are an original. I know you’ve always liked those “antiquing” photo effects. They work really great here, adding to the surreal oddity of the presentation. Good for you. Rock on, friend! — George (Harpswell)
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Thanks George. Been listening to a lot of electric Miles Davis which has inspired me.
Your weekly haiku/art work/quote always carries a wonderful wholeness
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