Read F8 - The My Final Photo Newsletter

The best medicine for a photographer

The best medicine for a photographer

I understand how important it is that I be supportive for someone who goes to the doctor. I'm the parent, the patriarch, the navigator, and the person with a calming voice. I often accompany others in the family...

Sometimes the best isn't the expected

Sometimes the best isn't the expected

There are moments when the unexpected reveals itself in ways you can't explain. Please enjoy this brief moment from today's nearby youth baseball games.

Mid-century family on Hoover Reservoir

Mid-century family on Hoover Reservoir

Today's photo is slightly different than most I select for My Final Photo. At least it has a different treatment. The scene is relatively ordinary. A mother helps her family lead their boat onto the trailer at a...

So much from which to choose

So much from which to choose

Today's My Final Photo was tough to choose because so much happenedĀ  in so little time in the afternoon that it was difficult to digest. I had to choose from a collection of moments that created am interesting...

Choosing the best light for the moment

Choosing the best light for the moment

Seven photos from today's photo trek are categorized by the strong compositional emphasis of light. A common element for many feature photos is the wait. find a spot where you think a photo will happen in the near...

Choosing the best light for the moment

Choosing the best light for the moment

Seven photos from today's photo trek are categorized by the strong compositional emphasis of light. A common element for many feature photos is the wait. find a spot where you think a photo will happen in the near...

My neighborhood is complex, like Rod Serling

Spent most of my morning monitoring utility work in and near the easement at the rear of my small plot of Westerville. The city is upgrading underground power lines and as luck would have it a main transformer box...

Thinking of saints and poets at the community garden

Thinking of saints and poets at the community garden

It's that time of the year where the community garden at Blendon Township begins to take shape as the gardeners till, row, prepare, and plant their small plots for what they hope will be a great harvest of fresh...

Photographing the joy and the pain

Photographing the joy and the pain

One of the great things about having a photographer as a father or grandfather is you can always ask him to shoot you a new portrait for Facebook like Abigail did yesterday. One of the bad things about having a...

Keeping the granddaughter happy

Keeping the granddaughter happy

Abigail loves to be photographed but it is always on her terms. Usually when everything is perfect from makeup to shoes. I'm not sure if today was an exception to her rules or she desperately wanted a new photo....

Choosing colorful subjects to not illustrate the story

Choosing colorful subjects to not illustrate the story

It's a cold day in May. What to do except go to the garden store to see what people are buying? They were buying what you would expect from greenhouses filled to overflowing with flowering annuals and perennials,...

Honeycombs and rough sawn boards

Honeycombs and rough sawn boards

There were many choices for today's My Final Photo. From abortion protests and free hugs at Otterbein to new spring growth of an ever expanding carpet of poison ivy. Out of it all I chose the simplicity of a piece...

No photos of my sister! Put the camera away!

Wednesday beginning in spring means the Uptown Westerville Farmers Market where I spend several hours each week talking with farmers and their customers. Usually I come away with photos of the latest crops or...

No photos of my sister! Put the camera away!

Wednesday beginning in spring means the Uptown Westerville Farmers Market where I spend several hours each week talking with farmers and their customers. Usually I come away with photos of the latest crops or...

Finding the right moment for portrait

Finding the right moment for portrait

He wasn't the first man I saw working on the asphalt crew. But he was the one with the beard. The others were younger. Some so young they could have been his kids or perhaps a grandchild although that's a stretch....