Fine Art Photography
Sherri Mabe, The Photo Seen Podcast Such an incredible opportunity to speak with Kat. In these situations, I am often nervous, think too much and am struggling over words. Kat made me so very comfortable, and she is a delightful human being who has created an informative service, via her podcasts, for the “invisible light …
Thinking back to my Seuss days with young children, it occurs to me that Joshua Trees have a strong resemblance to the Truffula Trees in the Dr Seuss book, “The Lorax!” “I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.” ― Dr. Seuss, The …
“There’s a place in East Texas where time stops. Off the shores of Uncertain, where the Big Cypress Bayou flows into Caddo Lake and the water is lined by moss-draped bald cypress trees, modernity has no place. The lake’s surface is dotted with lily pads and coated with duckweed. All around, brilliant water hyacinth blossoms. …
“Children are not like us. They are beings apart: impenetrable, unapproachable. They inhabit not our world but a world we have lost and can never recover. We do not remember childhood — we imagine it. We search for it, in vain, through layers of obscuring dust, and recover some bedraggled shreds of what we think …
In September I did an interview on infrared photography with Cynthia Haynes, the editor of David duChemin’s Craft and Vision Magazine….I’m so honored. “Infrared photography adores the austere ruggedness of western scenes,” says Sherri Mabe. “The West is my muse.” Never more at home than when she’s wandering the vast Colorado prairie that lies beyond …
Kolari Vision recently published this feature on my infrared work! As a girl I would linger hours in a fantasy world of faraway galaxies, cloud gazing, enchanted forests, and so on. Growing a bit older I immersed myself in the worlds of books and music, keeping company with words and rhythms. Then at some …
The images of farms in my portfolio are a continuation of a series I’m working on here in Colorado. Colorado Farms “This land pulses with life. It breathes in me; it breathes around me; it breathes in spite of me. When I walk on this land, I am walking on the heartbeat of the past …