POTD: Capturing the Sun

Capturing the Sun
Wichita, Kansas
2011

A weak sun finally starts burning its way through the fog and low clouds, only to be trapped in the branches of a tree.

POTD: Tangled

Tangled
Wichita, Kansas
2011

I’m sure this tree, which was just starting to bud out last month when I took the photo, is now filled out with a full canopy of leaves covering the rather complicated and gnarled branches holding them up.

POTD: When Zebras Settle Down

When Zebras Settle Down
Wichita, Kansas
2011

Kansas isn’t know for it’s trees, and what trees it does have tend not to be the straight growing varieties. So builders of log cabins had to make due with whatever they could get their hands on. This particular cabin wall looks like it is as much chinking as it is log, giving it a surprisingly pleasing zebra-esque look.

POTD: Quiet Street

Quiet Street
Wichita, Kansas
2011

A cigar store Indian looking out on the empty streets of Old Cowtown. It remind me of that cliche lines from the old Western movies: “It’s quiet”, “Yeah, too quiet.”

Hat Still Life
Wichita, Kansas
2011

This scene at the Old Cowtown museum has a bit of an Amish look too it, although the house itself wasn’t really set up that way.

POTD: Daily Bread

Daily Bread
Wichita, Kansas
2011

I like all the ready-made still life scenes you can find in museums like Old Cowtown. With the lighting and arrangement of the items already in place, all you have to do is pick the best angle for the shot.

POTD: Window Seat

Window Seat
Wichita, Kansas
2011

Still channeling Wright Morris here. I think my affinity for his photos, particularly those from The Home Place series, stems from my experiences at my grandparents farm when I was growing up. Even though Morris’s images were from a decade or so earlier than my first memories, much in the photos of the house decor as well as the barns and outbuildings from The Home Place have a familiar feel to them–so much so I can sometimes envision my grandparents just out of view around the corner. And one of his few photos with an actual person in it, Uncle Harry Entering Barn, could almost pass for one of my Grandad Duff in his blue denim chore coat heading out to his own barn in the morning. All this perhaps explains why making similar images of my own comes so easily to me. In fact in my early days as a teenage photographer, long before I’d ever heard of Wright Morris, I took a lot of photos at my grandparents farm. I don’t have many left and few of those have been scanned, but you can see one of my favorites here.