February 9, 2010
I never thought of myself as a landscape photographer. I am and always will be committed to photographing people. But I feel I have to post a few of these recent pictures I've taken in January near the mouth of the Russian River and above Armstrong Redwoods, out here in West Sonoma County.
I think my wife Inna, a painter from St. Petersburg, has helped me appreciate this amazing place we live in. I've always thought of a landscape photograph as a beautiful, but empty stage, missing the people and their unpredictable ways. In her paintings I'm reminded how the light is always changing and the shadows on the rocks at Jenner or that particular hue of the sky will never be the same. It's much like my candid photography, only much more subtle. The scene is without a name and will never be noted in history or published in The New York Times. It's simply beautiful.