Your pictures make me stop and look. Look for details and emotions all over the frame. They seem alive like a forest. Many of the photographs we find nowadays are just worth a blink of an eye because many photographers want to make good pictures or beautiful pictures and, of course, they’re not because interesting photographs come unexpected, from a rush of blood, from a cry inside.
Dear Jose, You are doing good responding during my absence. I enjoy watching and reading you feel your way through to the picture’s ‘cry.’ Robert Frost once wrote, in an essay called, “the Figure a Poem Makes,” which, if we substitute photograph for open it would just as easily apply to Photography” No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader, no surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.
Photography. like its literary sister, is a deeply feelingful medium, even though it’s a machine made image, and almost everybody on the planet uses the same few square millimeters to frame what they see, it still can be our portal to transcendence.
Thank you. I feel honored. You asked us to water the plants while you were away home, so I do my best. It is a pleasure (and a challenge) to read your images beyond the surface. The first encounter with a photograph is like a pebble hitting the water, but we must follow the waves, that resonance or transcendence you mentioned above. As a young photographer myself I receive and accept every picture problem as a learning tool. By the way, the first of the three pictures, that’s what I call a portrait. Whoever believes that portraits can only be made with a 90mm in studio, come and watch that moment. As revelatory as a bonfire conversation.
ONCE MORE AROUND THE SUN 
Your pictures make me stop and look. Look for details and emotions all over the frame. They seem alive like a forest. Many of the photographs we find nowadays are just worth a blink of an eye because many photographers want to make good pictures or beautiful pictures and, of course, they’re not because interesting photographs come unexpected, from a rush of blood, from a cry inside.
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Dear Jose, You are doing good responding during my absence. I enjoy watching and reading you feel your way through to the picture’s ‘cry.’ Robert Frost once wrote, in an essay called, “the Figure a Poem Makes,” which, if we substitute photograph for open it would just as easily apply to Photography” No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader, no surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader.
Photography. like its literary sister, is a deeply feelingful medium, even though it’s a machine made image, and almost everybody on the planet uses the same few square millimeters to frame what they see, it still can be our portal to transcendence.
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Thank you. I feel honored. You asked us to water the plants while you were away home, so I do my best. It is a pleasure (and a challenge) to read your images beyond the surface. The first encounter with a photograph is like a pebble hitting the water, but we must follow the waves, that resonance or transcendence you mentioned above. As a young photographer myself I receive and accept every picture problem as a learning tool. By the way, the first of the three pictures, that’s what I call a portrait. Whoever believes that portraits can only be made with a 90mm in studio, come and watch that moment. As revelatory as a bonfire conversation.
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