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Changes have come to my life, and my site, please bear with us as we make adjustments. Those life changes have come about as I prepare to enter my seventh (70) decade on earth in a little over a year. The need for recognition of my body of work, and the mindset behind the person with the camera is suddenly important. The idea of my work discovered by person’s passing by, and finding a dusty box is too much for me to handle.

I had been working with film so long its second nature to me, like scratching an itch. In the years before my stroke, I used to go into a sort of hyper-drive. Moving almost by instinct, sensing the light as it changes, sun movement…, then translating that information into usable form for my camera. The aperture set, though not in stone.., play with the light, play with the model, set her free to move, feel the freedom and the approval. Meanwhile set the camera to the changing light, flash or no? Moving in a blur of motion, words, grunts, and “Ohhhhh!”. The absolute highest form of approval I can think of.

Models know when that have reached that sweet-spot, a little smile and they are off working that pose for all it worth. That vein of gold, worked till its played out. Its a partnership of the most intimate nature, second only to the actual act. That trust doesn’t come overnight, and a sort of “Stockholm Syndrome” can set in. The model can become so relaxed, and comfortable with the shoot, that they sometimes have regrets later about how much of themselves they exposed. So often models come at a vulnerable stage of life, where they are bullet-proof against any real harm.

My response is to stay profession, yes that pose or situation was very intimate, maybe sexual in content, and now the “buyer remorse”. I keep to my word, and no release was signed until all the work was seen. Those safe-guards I talked about, and you didn’t listen, are still in place; only time can prove that I have kept my word.

Life go on for the both of us, we go about the daily routines of our lives, never giving a second thought to life we lead. Then in my case, a major stroke that nearly killed me. I was hopelessly trying to pickup the pieces of said life that lay shattered before me. Nurses and doctors were telling all my friends to not expect much from me, things were touch and go. Took me years to get back most of what I had lost, but not quite. But considering the odds I was first given, I have not done too bad.

So too life for my site has changed with the time, and time limitation on my ability to create my work. To tie an otherwise very rambling statement together, these are reality of the various parts of my life and work. Now I have reached the stage where your help is needed to get that recognition, and to insure that my work can continue. With my partner, Hans Hoevenaar we are happy to present my new website dedicated to bringing my work the recognition it deserves, and perhaps some income so I can continue.

No need for a happenstance to bring my work to your attention. I have creating a new treatment for my work, limited for now to the smaller prints. Background matte printed with the same care and attention to detail that shows in my work. Elements from your print have been used in the creation of your matte that bring the work into a feeling of Ma, the Japaneses word for harmony, best explained thus, “Ma is not something that is created by compositional elements; it is the thing that takes place in the imagination of the human who experiences these elements”.

Whimsy

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Welcome to the first of my flight of Whimsy.  When working as a photographer, I am like hunter, seeking…., trying to let nothing escape my notice.  Glittery objects catch the eye, I am lost in my own creative world.  I focus attention, lost in the curls, and the stars.  My eye seeking out the proper angle, let the curls lead…, no the stars.  The idle part of my mind creates a story, birthplace of stars, curling down to earth…., each little sharks teeth, one following another down…, till the ribbon snaps…., star free.  Curl…, rebounds give each star that little snap, and away.  Curl rebounds…, re-curls, springs back…, yoyoing, till the tension catches each curl in it position.

From the King William Fair held in San Antonio, Tx each April.  Used to be free, got too popular for its own good.  A nice family weekend, children welcome, their strollers not so much.   Gets pretty packed, people are looking for other people and not little ones at tripping height.  As photographer/hunter I get freedom of movement so I can stalk my prey, get a clear shot.

A dad asks, can he buy a roll of film off me, so I give what is a fair price for me, considering what I may loose not having that roll of film.  A bit of attitude at the price, I tell him that if it too much fine, I’ll keep it.

Toronto

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Low Res Scan from my early twenty’s, West College Street.  I had just broken up with the girlfriend, new digs, new adventures.  That water tower in the background is the Hershey Plant were once a month they make chocolate.  First month it is heavenly, by month three you can’t stand the smell of Chocolate!  I was around twenty-five, and so full of myself.

Michael Retro

Welcome to a retro look at my work, you are invited to stop, look around and see what you like. Polite comments are welcome, but remember your manners please. A few words about how I work, I use traditional film, where possible available light. I come from a photo-journalist background so my work is only retouched the way I would process in the darkroom; darken here, hold back the light there, spot the prints. With real film what is on the negative is what you get, so NO special effects are being used in the manipulation of my negatives or prints. In the end my product is really just a matter of time and light.

This, more personal side of my work as well as some of the model’s who have worked with me. I have been shooting intimate photographs of women for what feels like all my life. I am very motivated by the sensuality of the body and mind. I truly value each of the model’s I’ve had the good fortune to share a collaboration to produce the work that you see. These young women trust me to do right by them, and I am very protective of their rights. My model’s each get a percentage of the sale price for each and every piece of art sold of our work. Each of my model’s privacy is respected, anonymity or the use of a stage name is entirely at the model’s discretion.

Good model’s work hard, sometimes under trying situations , nekked to boot. It’s an investment of time, both hers and mine, and that indescribable chemistry that may coax the magic to strike. One can never tell, sometimes the most promising of model’s: no spark. The fact that they are unclothed should matter as an afterthought and not the primary focus. A final word on the term “my girls”, its not meant in a paternalist fashion nor does it imply ownership any sort. A very fragile and very special bond is formed when a man and a woman work together so intimate a manner, and that trust should never be violated.

So once again welcome, get to know my girls. What it is that makes them tick, to carve out a space for them to be them. I invite you into their lives and minds at a particular time and place.

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Latina Angel

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Easily my youngest and most vulnerable model ever.  After getting comfortable with each other, we settled to the business of art.  That small chip she carried on her shoulders fell off, and she began to trust me.  After the session when I showed her what I had gotten, she turned to me and said this like “real art”.  I told her there was a difference to working with me, I have your back still.

Blue

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Second in my trifecta of images and my sense of play.  The first part of the game is to get a model who is on the same basic page that you are.  The second is to turn that creative energy loose and give magic a chance to happen.  Third in my trifecta of play is just that, play to your hearts content.  Unlike most game of chance, odd favor the players, and the magic just might strike.

Then you have to give the work some time to age, and settle…,  revisit those old images, see what treasures you may have missed the first time.  Its like making love with an old trusted friend, you both have been down this road before.  What your there for is to rekindle the magic and see what part of the forest you end up this time.

NYC Sunset

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When I lived and worked in Manhattan, I made a point to get to where I could see a sunset.  Because of all the big building there, I had to get where I could see a sunset, and where better than the water.  Grab the train to the WTC, over the sky-bridge, across the atrium, and out to the marina I’d go.  Nothing better than NYC windows to liven up the show.

Elderly

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I was recently referred to as elderly in an email I was privy to. Elderly…, me…, elderly…, although I do resemble that remark, I never considered myself as elderly. Or as the other more acceptable euphemism goes, “your not a spring chicken anymore”. Okay…, not a spring bird, that I can see…, say mid-summer at least…, early August at the latest. Not a roasting bird, but a fine stock material, and not something that you worry about its expired date.

I have reached that time of life where cops, in the groceries store call me “sweetie”, usually they want me to lay down, and I’m not even tired! But its a question that has befuddled us for a long, long time. Me…, I’m of the opinion that the term “elderly” denotes someone of greater age that I am, and will stay that way until I have real problems getting around, and thinking clearly. That to my mind is were the term “elderly” begins to be applied. Beyond their expire date, but not yet expired, if you know what I mean.

I know I am older, I am reminded that every living minute of my life. Every time I reach above my head, or bend over for an extended period of time, every time I turn my head, to the random pains that I get, and ether go away, or at least go someplace different. I am older, but not decrepit yet, I get pains from living my life to its fullest extent. Truth be told, sometimes I pushed my body past its limits. Having five (5) pounds of camera slung around your neck for any were from two (2 hours to seven (7) hours a day. That kind of stress on the neck has got to take its toll, and when you are older you feel it. When you’re elderly, you live in chronic pain everyday, and your body grows into such a tortured posture. But damn it, I’m not that old yet, and the classification bother me immensely.

I tend to see things in a continuum, still moving ahead, still involved in life and love (though to what extent, I’ll never tell). I have plans for my future that involve new apps, and the current way we do things in our new world. I remain a vital part of life, with things to say, and knowledge to pass on to those who want to learn.. Most of all I have art to pass along, to create, to bring a new/old way of see the world through some other person eyes. To wonder who that person is, wants, and lust for. I see this person, I know this person…, I feel for this person. That is what my art is in the final annalists, what you see in my photographs, who you see in my photographs.

That you can make a connection to a two (2) dimensional object, most often without color, or those outward signs of rank or privilege. That’s the magic in what I do. That is who I am, I ask the magic to move me with another person. To take two people into a creation of our minds, the same wave length , and that art will come out of our endeavors. And sure, its a wonderful feeling I get to see that magical look in my models eyes when she see the work for the first time. But my main target is you who comes to shows like mine. Those of you who admire art in all its forms, to those of you who collect it, and who knows, value it more. My art was created with you in mind. To the people who value my work, and you alone.