I spent yesterday evening at a well-known photograph gallery in New York City, and, well, the work on display confused me. A lot.
As I walked around the exhibit, I kept hoping that the next artist’s work would stop me in my tracks, make my heart skip a beat, and perhaps even make me feel [...]
Free is fine.
Travel isn’t a fast-track to compelling images.
The value of the Ansel Adams name.
Why are professional photographers afraid of amateurs?