How Photographing Animals Taught Me the Beauty of Connection and the Power of Storytelling
I would have never described myself as an animal lover, either in my personal or professional life. As a photographer, I have always been drawn to capturing the essence of my human subjects. Each person has their own unique emotional makeup, wounds, and history...
Gettysburg: Discovering History Through a Lens
Being the nerd that I was as a youngster, I was enthralled with the American Civil War – that monumental conflict of brother against brother which reshaped the nation. Within that conflict, the Battle of Gettysburg is the single most important engagement, the bloody...
Photography, Checklists, and Insomnia – Thoughts While Packing
My day is closing in, the night is upon me, my to-do list is long, and I need sleep…which sounds like a very odd thing coming from me. For some time, I have danced a vicious tango with insomnia, caught up in the throes of a love-hate passion. We have shared...
Photographing Gilson for Snowboard Magazine’s 2017 Brand Guide
There was a time when I snowboarded. Literally, a time. It was a disaster. It was night, the slopes were pure ice, and the only instruction my friends gave me was, “Don’t die.” I battered my body, twisted my wrist, and slammed my coccyx more...
Striking Gold – Rescuing Old Photography Equipment in the Digital Age
Since the beginning of my photography career (perhaps life in general), I have been a huge proponent of seeing how much can be accomplished with minimal cash outlay. Sure, at times this has been because of major budget restrictions, but other times it was simply my...
Ep. 87 — Seventeen Syllables of Suffering: The Haiku Scam
Tired of people calling 17 syllables “genius”? So am I.
In this brutally honest, occasionally unhinged episode of Perfectly Poetic, Allen Mowery finally unleashes his pent-up frustration about the most overrated poetic form of all time: the haiku. From childhood worksheet trauma to seasonal name-dropping, syllable policing, AI-generated nonsense, and the myth of Bashō’s frog — no stone (or smooth river pebble) is left unskipped.