Friday's postcard, and an invitation to the Rhubarb Skies photography store

October 20, 2023

Some personal favorites you can own…

I haven’t made a big point of it as yet, but my photography sales are vital to paying my bills, especially this fall when out-of-pocket dental expenses coupled with car repair bills, tipped into the four digits. My 2001 Honda doesn’t have teeth—(nor arthritis)—but it has needs, perhaps accelerated by all the gravel roads it met (and seemed to enjoy, at the time) when I was doing the Beautiful Wounds project.

It’s been seven years since I formally updated my on-line photography store, so this week was a good time to do that. You can now link to it here. Of course it’s hard to settle on the best of the thousands of images I’ve taken since 2016. But it’s also satisfying to see the subtle but real progress I’ve made since I amped up my photography a decade ago.

Please check out the offerings when you have time. If you’re a paying subscriber to The Daily Rhubarb, you’re entitled to a 30% discount on the images, in fact any other image of mine that you’d like to purchase. Also, if you’re not a paid subscriber but purchase $200 or more in photos, you get a complimentary subscription to The Daily Rhubarb and my lasting appreciation.

There are several other themed galleries at Rhubarb Skies. I’ve photographed several western landscapes with rich histories and ancient rocks. But my cameras are omnivorous so you’ll also find birds, and flora, wild animals and plenty of underwater photography, much of which focuses on the surreal beauty of Ice Age cobbles that shine in the waters of the Spokane River.

My favorite photographs are the ones that attach to memories of dear friends and my two wonderful children. It’s a worthy bias. I’m gratefully amazed there haven’t been more bruises, not because I’m reckless but because the terrain I tend to visit is almost always gnarly and often quite steep. My mother—without telling me—once tucked a tiny crucifix in the lining of my shoulder pads to try to ward off injuries. Perhaps she tucked one in my backpack as well.

I’ve written recently about the wonder of photographing wild trout, but there are several other critters with wings or horns that are just a delight to get to know.

One photograph that didn’t make the gallery because its resolution is marginal is one of a young moose I met up in the rimrock a couple years ago. I was taking a break from photographing birds at a pond when I heard a loud crash behind me, to my right. I knew it had to be a moose, so I slowly turned my head to the right, just as he was slowly turning his head to the left. Our eyes met and it was as though we both agreed that we were okay, that we meant each other no harm. He let me photograph him, but it was challenging because of the thicket of reeds and branches we were in. It became a funny little game of peek-a-boo, which is why this photo is called “peek-a-boo moose.”

It’s not for sale :)

But the others are. Please check them out when you have time, and don’t hesitate to call or email me questions. Again, here’s the link to the photography store.

—tjc