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Available Sizes and Current Prices
45 x 29 2650
68 x 42 6600
103 x 50 18,000
price includes framing
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In Search of a great spot
We usually only have these great clouds in May. But as I worked hard through the early summer building the displays that would go in the Charleston gallery, they hung around for days taunting me. I could stand it no longer. I hooked up the boat and off I went. I shot over a couple of days as these beautiful clouds rolled across the warm summer sky, the air thick with humidity and the smell of the marsh. I use a fourteen foot Boston Whaler to work out of. It is the perfect boat, low to the water, will turn on a dime and can really get back into the smallest of creeks. You just have to make sure the tide doesn't drop out on you and leave you high and dry. But everyone that lives around the Lowcounty knows that.
I am very familiar with this creek. I fly fish for "tailing red fish" back there. They feed on fiddler crabs in the grass when big tides flood the marsh. Their tails stick out of the water with the distinctive black spot as they work the bottom feasting on fiddlers, hence the name, tailing reds.
Working with a large format camera requires me to set up for the composition and hope and wait for the clouds to roll into my frame of view. It is a slow process, depending heavily on luck. As I waited, I noticed a large tail waving at me. Go away, I thought as I tried to ignore it. But, he wouldn't. I keep my fly rod in the boat and on the second cast he took my bait in a huge pressure wave. This was a big fish. I ran through knee deep water to keep up with the line he was quickly spooling off my reel. The clouds were coming and I worked him a little too hard to get him back to where the boat and camera were. He was big. I held his tail and with my hand under his front half, I moved him back and forth forcing water over his gills to replace the oxygen in his blood depleted from our battle and release him back to the marsh. He was slow to respond and I was really getting bummed. Come on, live! I felt a twitch of the tail and he swam out of my grasp as I opened my hands. He made it! Unfortunately my light meter didn't. It had been hanging in the saltwater and would never work again. The clouds were here and I guessed at the exposure. What a great day and a great spot tail!
How the art is finished
All pieces are limited editions and are only available framed. All materials are acid free, glazed, and sealed, under museum glass. The frames are made in Italy of olive wood.