Peggy squirreled away money and bought me a camera in 1983 to record the passing parade of toys. I'd made hundreds of wooden illusions over a dozen years without a second glance. Until then I'd rarely seen my carved images in two dimensions, and it was a revelation. Where I'd been thinking tactile, and haptic. I looked at them, and my style changed irrevocably. The camera changed how I see the world, too, and I've been pointing that old Olympus at it ever since. Now this digital Olympus is changing my seeing again, by redefining reality in pixils.



The camera's a great tool to get the angles of face and the dangle of limbs for a toy portrait. Most people-pictures I take are informed by an urge to profile the telling lines. I suspect the Toymaker's eye sees in caricature. Shooting candids you have to take what's offered, of course.

Here are some local faces:

Rogues Gallery


And parts of the family circus:

Family Album

Then there's the general beastiary:

Close Encounters



People-pictures portray individual integreties. Landscape photos frame pieces of the panorama.

There's the local take:

Down Home

The maritime view:


And beyond:

Farther Afield



Don't you love all the stuff of a material life? Like this first glimpse of a dream machine: FOR SALE.

The technological:

Great Junk

The sculptural:

The Tangible Urge

And all the rest:

The Other Stuff