Part therapy. Part compulsion. Am I crazy? Possibly!

My father was definitely with me on this one.

The journey continues….

More than practice. More than experimenting. When I go out on these walkabouts, it’s healing.

If you've been following my page lately, you've seen that I've been going on these "photographic walkabouts" for some time….

I’ve done a number of “photographic walkabouts” lately with more on the way. These images are from my venture to Marie Selby Gardens in Sarasota, FL.

Happy “National Creativity Day”!

I almost forgot I had a blog.

Don’t talk to me about styles.

You know what’s hot in photography? I’m mainly speaking of Real Estate and similar photographic works. There are certain styles that if you spend any time looking at marketing images for homes and spaces, you’ll quickly see.

I had no idea.

Seriously. There are so many images that I’ve shot and forgotten about. I’m talking maybe over 1,000. Who knows? More perhaps?

Somewhere on a long-unused, aging hard drive these shots reside. And I have a bunch of similar drives, all with unedited images.

This one is an album cover.

Tires are people:

Frame right - leaning against the wall - Lead Singer with the “I’m way too fucking cool to be in this or any shot. I’m the greatest songwriter in the world and everyone knows it” look.

I could compose a symphony with this lens.

Oh, that sounded deep. At least to me it did. I was editing images from my most recent photographic walkabout.

Some shoots inspire you. Some shoots scare you. Some shoots scar you.

I was told that I had it easy. Just show up, photograph for an hour, then leave and get paid. I really wish it were that simple. Really, I do. But that’s not anywhere close to how things actually work.

Just 2 weeks to June, and your Christmas tree is still up.

Must not have gotten the memo, I see.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year, so why not make it last the entire year!

6 years of college, for this?

One of the biggest mistakes that young people make is that they think they’ve already paid their dues.

Don’t ever get comfortable. That’s my advice.

Still early spring 2015 and I got another “Mike the Photographer” parking pass for my second photo shoot. I was brimming with confidence having just finished my first pro photography gig.

It wasn’t until I got to the guard shack that I realized I had an identity issue.

My parking pass said “Mike the Photographer”.

There is no handbook. There are no rules.

Then why would someone do this? I often ask myself the very question. Usually when I’m standing in the middle of a home that’s a mess.