One of the neat things in my transition from architecture to architectural photography is that I’ve had a chance to work with friends and former peers in a way I didn’t before. Last month I had the pleasure to shoot a residential design addition for Jessica Hindman and Studio H Home Design in Charlotte, North Carolina. We were classmates in
I’m really close with my father, a part of my life I increasingly appreciate and treasure with age. The photo below, captured when I was age four, exemplifies that relationship, particularly in my early years. I’m cheesing it up for the camera so badly that you can’t even see Dad behind my fro, right? That’s the way he liked it
Earlier this year, I performed the architectural photography of the Corcoran Parking Deck in Durham, NC. A few months later I was hired by Integrated Design to photograph the Valentine Commons parking deck at the edge of North Carolina State University in Raleigh (I’m noticing a pattern here…) So this deck had its own particular challenges. Namely: It’s north-facing There’s
Attention! Atención! Attenzione! Pozornost! 注意! انتباه! Dareenka! In case you don’t understand plain English, get a translator: please do NOT contact me for the location of this facility, THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS. Thank you. This is the second part of what may be perhaps the best abandoned playground I’ve had the pleasure to explore with camera in hand. So after
Attention! Atención! Attenzione! Pozornost! 注意! انتباه! Dareenka! In case you don’t understand plain English, get a translator: please do NOT contact me for the location of this facility, THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS. Thank you. Sometimes you just get plain lucky. I had some business nearby and ventured to take a closer look at a boiler plant to an abandoned manufacturing
Since vacation time will be rare the next couple of years and after all I -do- live in North Carolina, I’ve decided to make a conscious effort to see and photograph more of the state. Therefore you’ll start seeing an increased focus on North Carolina, at least in my personal work. This past weekend I took a trip down state
I recently revisited Richmond, Virginia to shoot an office space on behalf of one of my clients, the Mohawk Group. You may remember my last visit to Richmond included tripping through the old Interbake Cookie Factory. Good thing too, because as the economy recovers, a flood of these dilapidated buildings that have been sitting abandoned for years on end are
Well, I can safely scratch off “jumbo jet” from the photography bucket list. I was recently hired by Contour Flight to document one of the Boeing 767’s in their fleet before it took off from RDU airport. The next group flying out was the New Jersey Devils hockey team and they wouldn’t let me stowaway for a free trip home.
I recently shared this anecdote during a photography tutorial with the Avent Ferry United Methodist Church in Raleigh. This stemmed from my first photography blog on Sept 2, 2007, eventually to be edited and sanitized for publication in ArtSync Magazine’s Spring 2011 issue, titled, “Shhh…Just Shoot! Upon the moment of my arrival, I immediately fell in love with National Arches
I’ve had the distinct pleasure of recently working with RND Architects on a couple of projects in Durham, North Carolina including a parking deck located in downtown near the tobacco district. When initially describing the project to me, one of the things that stood out was a term I’m hearing more often as my client base expands, which is, “This
Photography does not need to be mere documentation that concludes a series of transpired events and it’s certainly much more than depressing the shutter and reflecting exactly what’s in plain sight. It’s an artistic craft that often requires patience, anticipation, and design. We really do “paint with light”.
OCTOBER 10, 2003: Mom whipped her head around towards me slumbering in the back of the car and demanded, “Are you listening, Sterl?” I drowsily raised my head from the nest I made between the back seat and rear window enough to mumble, “Yeah sure Ma.” Seemingly satisfied with this less-than-robust answer, my mother returned to pointing out farmhouses and