Framing the Sound

Category: Wintertime

  • 2026

    On May 12 of this year, I’ll have completed 70 trips around the sun.

    But it only seems like…?

    I don’t make New Year’s resolutions because I can’t keep them.

    I probably could if I took them seriously. But at my age, taking things seriously—like a New Year’s resolution—has gotten a lot harder to do, and I think I know why.

    As you age, your outlook on life changes. You begin to realize you’re not going to live forever, and you can’t take anything with you when you leave. Those two hard facts are the only things I take seriously.

    Seriously though…

    My family, friends, neighbors, acquaintances, and my photography—along with my recent return to vinyl records and tape listening—are things I place great value on. But I can’t take any of them with me either when I check out.

    When the credits play, remember that they were written by me.

  • Tis The Season

    I guess….

    I used to get excited when Christmastime came around. But after my kids grew up and got out on their own, Christmas seemed to lose its meaning. Now don’t go thinking that I’ve forgotten what Christmas is really about, I haven’t. I know that it’s the day Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus. And being a Christian, I understand the significance of that.

    The joy I used to feel at Christmas when my kids were little has now been replaced by a feeling of “let’s get this over with.” Call me Scrooge if you want, I’ll not get angry because I can still smile through it all. And I most certainly will try hard not to be cynical (Lord knows I’ve been down that road before!).

    I’m pretty sure that hanging around for 69 years has probably caused some of my changing attitude towards Christmas. And as far as I know, there is no cure for aging.

    Tis the season? Bah….humbug! And please don’t be offended, I’ll wake up Christmas morning feeling a lot better, I promise!

  • The Shape of Vision

    How Many Art Forms Are There?

    Probably too many to count. Painting comes immediately to mind as one of the most celebrated art forms. In fact, when I think of an artist, I picture painters like Da Vinci, Degas, Dalí, and van Gogh, among others. I never truly considered photography an art form—at least not until recently.

    I joined f.64 Elite one year ago this past June, and doing so has completely changed how I make photographs. It’s also been a journey toward finding my inner artist—both in photography and in music.

    I still struggle to define exactly what my vision is when I create a photo or compose a song. Most of the time, I don’t fully recognize my artistic vision until days, weeks, or even years after the work is made.

    It’s during the editing process that the muse speaks—directing and guiding my eyes to see, and bending my ears to listen—for the artistic vision I know is hidden somewhere within my work.

    Once I find it, I shape it into what I want you to see and hear: a subtle tone shift while playing Dm on my acoustic guitar, or a shift in hues between orange and brown in an image from Badlands National Park.

    When all’s said and done, the viewer or listener may shape their own vision when gazing at my photo or hearing my composition—and that’s as it should be. Because one artistic vision can have many interpretations, but dare I say… only one creator?

  • Between Light and Sound

    Photography and music are the two most important pursuits in my life—though calling them “hobbies” doesn’t quite do them justice. They both demand focus, creativity, and time. And while I’d love to do them simultaneously, that’s not exactly possible (though it would be pretty great if it were). Finding enough time for each is always a challenge.

    It’s been a little over a month since returning home from our Epic Journey West, and I still haven’t been out with my camera. My Martin D-28 has stayed in its case, untouched. Most of my time has gone into culling (and editing a few) photos from the four National Parks we visited. I took more than 1,700 images—many duplicates (I shot nearly 100 frames of the iconic Moulton Barn in Jackson Hole), a few out of focus, and some that just didn’t work.

    This winter, I’m hoping to finally finish the culling process and carve out some time to pick up my guitar again—maybe even do a little recording with my two sons.

    I’ve also been dedicating time to take part in Blake Rudis’s Vision Session video series. My session is the final one in a set of six and will be available for f.64 Elite members to view in December. The Vision Session series will continue into 2026, featuring more members and their creative journeys.

    I plan to share a detailed post soon about The Vision Sessions and why they matter. Consider subscribing so you won’t miss it!

    View from inside the Chapel of the Transfiguration, Teton County, Wyoming

  • Light, Sound, and the Muse

    I’m trying to be a lot more precise with how I edit my photos. Why? Because I’m a visionary!

    Well, actually, I’m just an artist—photographer and musician—creating photos and music with a vision in mind: how I want my picture to look or how I want my original song to sound.

    Since joining f.64Elite back in June of 2023 and taking one of the member courses, Discovering Your Vision, I’ve become much more aware of how a viewer or listener might perceive my art.

    One important point needs to be understood when people look at or listen to my work: the vision I had when I created it might be very different from theirs. And that’s perfectly fine.

    But I don’t change my original vision—unless…

    Unless the muse demands it.

    Moulton Barn, Grand Tetons—a melody of wood, mountain, and cloud.


  • Framing the Vision: From Landscapes to Soundscapes

    For the first time, I’m facing the monumental task of culling over 1,700 landscape and nature photos.

    Our epic journey west to four National Parks ended on September 19, and by the 22 we were back home in western PA. I hope to have my selection of “keeper” photos completed sometime soon.

    I’ve culled hundreds of wedding photos before, but deleting landscapes, wildlife, and the raw grandeur of Badlands, Yellowstone, Grand Teton, and Glacier feels like erasing memories themselves.

    The beauty we saw defies words. If you’ve ever stood in a National Park, you know that feeling — the impossible task of translating vast horizons and wild silence into language.

    Once I’ve chosen my best images, the next step is shaping them with my artistic vision — a skill I’m still learning, still refining. That same vision will also flow into my music, as I compose, record, and produce in my home studio.

    I’m an aging artist, framing both sound and image, chasing the vision of making everything I create more impactful for you — the viewer, the listener.

    Badlands National Park, South Dakota

  • Just Returned!

    We have returned from our visit to four National Parks. I will be writing about it here very soon so if you’re not subscribed, please consider doing so and you’ll get notified as soon as that post goes live.

    Bighorn Sheep, Logan Pass, Glacier National Park

  • Framing the Sound

    Camera and chords; two different subjects but one love for both. That’s my dilemma (it’s not really).

    I’ve been strummin a six-string guitar for over 50 years. My time pressin the shutter on a camera started around 20 years ago. I never thought photography would overtake my love of playin acoustic guitar.

    I wish I could say that I’ve played guitar in bands for most of those 50 years but I can’t. I’d guess 10 years, give or take, is about all the time I spent playin in bands. I still wonder where I’d be if, IF I had somehow managed to make a career of it. Not so much as a rock star, just a guitarist playin gigs, and earning enough for survival. And maybe, just maybe havin a chance to play with a national act once or twice.

    I also wonder what a career as a photographer might’ve brought. A chance to meet Ansel Adams or Diane Arbus? Perhaps. I’ve made a few dollars shootin a weddin or three and a few senior photo sessions for friends have been profitable. I made a weak attempt at startin a photography business but was immediately discouraged by the amount of time and effort required for self-promotion and gave up.

    So, I guess you could say I did what the average(?) American white male does – they either get a job right out of high school (I’m a Baby Boomer by the way), or they quit school and join the Navy. I missed the proverbial bus that might’ve carried me to a career in music or photography.

    In retirement now I spend time enjoyin both. They’re much loved hobbies, and every so often, I’ll make a few dollars at a gig or from a print. And that’s fine with me because I think doin what you love in retirement is just as enjoyable as the career might have been.

    That’s my dad on the left holdin the guitar, not sure of the year but lets just say it was a long time ago.
    That’s me on the left, playin djembe with a couple of close friends.
    Self-portrait, 2019, Winter.

  • It Is What It Is

    I’ve heard those 5 words more than I care to, and yet, I find myself uttering them on occasion. What does it mean when you use that phrase?

    I discovered that it’s a tautophrase – “A phrase or sentence that tautologically defines a term by repeating that term.” I don’t remember studying tautology in any of my literary criticism classes in college, so I looked it up on Wikipedia. Go here to read the definition.

    It’s probably okay to use it in tenses too. With “it is what it is” being the present tense, “it was what it was” the past tense, and “it will be what it will be” the future tense. I use those on occasion, even though I think they’re all inelegant phrases.

    Nevertheless, one of my college English lit professors told me that as a writer I can use any phrase I choose if it suits what I’m trying to communicate to readers. She said I can even make up my own words or a phrase if it gets my point across. So, I’ll leave yall with this one:

    It’s not what it’s not.

  • Have you heard what I saw?

    Since the name of my blog is “Framing The Sound” and the purpose is to write about my attempt to merge photography and music I think I should elaborate a little more about what that means.

    Music, specifically the acoustic guitar, has been a part of my life since childhood. One of my earliest memories of an acoustic guitar is seeing my father play. It’s probably one of only a handful of halfway pleasant memories I have from back then. He would sometimes have me or my brother hold a harmonica to his lips while he played. I guess the kind you buy in a music store weren’t widely available back then.

    Photography is something that came along years after I picked up my first guitar. After graduating in 2006 with a degree in English Writing I got a job writing a weekly gardening column for a local newspaper and needed photos of garden related things, mostly flowers. About this same time I met a garden writer from Mississippi, Felder Rushing. He took his own photos and I thought if he can do it so could I.

    My first guitar was a Sigma acoustic, Martin used to make them. That guitar went wherever I went, including on a submarine during my stint in the Navy. It now lives with my oldest son in Kentucky and he says it sounds and plays just as good if not better than any Martin guitar. I’m inclined to agree, but not entirely since I own and play a Martin D28 (which has always been the guitar I dreamt of owning).

    My first “real” camera was a Sony Cyber-shot DSC H1. It was quite an expensive camera at that time, around $400. (My Sigma guitar cost about the same in 1973.) The Sony camera was great and took really nice photos, I didn’t know anything about photography when I first got it. After using the photos in more than a few gardening articles, I felt like photography was something I’d like to explore a little further. And that led to my present day journey of “Framing The Sound.”

    It’s a journey I’m still learning to navigate. And I’m seeing sounds and hearing photographs that are urging me to combine and shape them into sounds and sights that you can see and hear too.

    My father is first one from the left.
    Sony Cyber-shot DSC H1
    Last summer’s forgotten pepper
    Sigma DR35, circa 1970s, if it could talk…! (Photo courtesy of Benjamin Conner)

    If it makes you scratch your head, leave a comment!