"Truth and beauty ARE forever, and always to be found. It’s only that the outward manifestations of them change.
I agree, however, that the artist’s mission is to capture as much of any given manifestation as he can… that one always fails to some extent because one is not God (too bad, but there it is). What you produce is perhaps a sort of monument to it… a reminder and an incentive to keep aware that will inspire others to make discoveries, too.
I can only say an artist can never know what a wonderful thing he may be doing… that some of our apparent failures are our greatest successes."

— Charlotte MacLeod, Friend & Mystery Author, 1922-2005


Blame it on the Greeks

The Greek and Roman sculptors portrayed their gods, legendary heroes, kings, warriors and athletes in more than mortal nobility; endowing them with ideal properties in which ordinary people recognize their own best potentialities. They were left nude not to arouse carnality but admiration.  The Platonic ideal (embraced by Michelangelo & Co.) states a perfect human body is visible evidence of a man's potential grandeur, his ideal self.

Of course famed photographer Helmut Newton had another take on the topic: "If someone does not pose nude, it is because they do not have a good body."   My thoughts?  It would be a shame not to share something beautiful and deny making the world a better place.  My job has always been to take this gift of genetics or years in the gym and make it something more.  Here you see two sets of images taken at a variety of locations.  A variety of adventures that lead to representing that ideal self.  


Water jammies...

... a continuing journey of water, cloth and the figure.

There is something seductive about water and the human figure.  It shimmers, polishes the form as if it is marble...and adds a subtle sensuality as the streams caress over mountains and valleys like molten silver.


The Bruiser

Not every model will fall into typical body categories.  Not everyone is a body builder, a lean athlete or dancer, or simply average physique with a strong presence.  Even the rough and tumble look can be striking if posed or manipulated to accent the best.  Props are always nice and the addition of a simple...


The nymph in the reservoir

A trysting place for a delicate little beauty...


It began with one person

'It is said that if you move a single pebble on the beach, you set up a different pattern, and everything in the world is changed...'

He was playing Frisbee at the lake when we first spoke.  "I have a good body?"  he smiled, amazed and gazed down at himself.  He was 'source material' for many, many sculptures and a couple of drawings.  He is well represented in my archives as one statue after another.  Then came the request to get into a model agency and someone had to take the photographs.  Thus began the image as the final artistic statement.  My medium had changed.

He did model commercially for a short period time  "These photographers keep telling me to DO SOMETHING,"  he  said, "So I started moving the way you told me. They think I'm incredible."  He remained a willing participant in my creativity and appeared on two pages in my book ShadowLight.  During a book signing he hid behind the shelves, worried I might call him out in front of the crowd.

When on location, lacking no fear of heights, he ascended to the top of a late ninteenth century stone ruin and was amazing in the perfect light of the setting sun.  Down below I waxed poetic how impressive he looked.

"Take the picture!"  he yelled, "It's no picnic up here!"

I get lost in the moment... possibly our last shoot was along the Mississippi at a culvert swallowed in the wooded bluffs above the river...


Walking on water

The model's first time at my wonderful ammunition's factory.... in an unfinished part of the ruin where after it rains there is flooding and filling what I called the moat and where...


The Dragonfly

There is always the possibility for the unexpected during any photo shoot, and in this case it was the whisper of gossamer wings as a tiny creature took a moment's rest while I was composing the human figure, adding a near imperceptible addition.

I quietly said, "Do not move," fearing the pose would be lost as well as....



Here is a situation involving a uniquely beautiful body turned into some arcane billboard.

He said his relationships were difficult, having problems dating.  I suggested keeping his shirt on.

The ammunition factory: the early years

This was a time of discovery, when the location built in the 1940s was still a mystery lost in the woods and the models and I explored all its possibilities to express the human figure... without any major mishap (there always seemed to be rebar, rust, broken glass, or twenty foot drops every where).


The ties that bind

Simple concept... all that is needed is identical twins who have no fear of heights, willing to suffer rope burn, push themselves athletically, and have the patience to hold an elevated pose while the photographer rushes forward to tinker with the composition... moving a limb or rope to be  'just right'.



I often told models not to fall in love with the props.  However, there are children walking the earth today because I put strangers together for a photo session.  Things happen.  This is the second shoot for these two, the young lady having already worked with three other young men.  Never printed these until just recently and thus new to my eyes.  The overhead light adds to the mystery of hands reaching up from the dark below, furthering the effect as shadowy anatomy manifests during any embrace.

It became obvious who would win the lottery, or the young lady's hand, and there was a result.