LithoFusion

by Skip Hunt

{Leviathan}

Its been awhile since we’ve heard from aamora member Skip Hunt. The above is one of the rich reasons why he’s been missing in action. Skip’s created a LithoFusion series which can be viewed on his website and many of which can be purchased in his new book of the same name via Magcloud.

{Cry Baby}

{Espionage}

{Grand Central}

{Great Spirit}

more from this collection later this month on aamora!

Visit the LithoFusion collection here 

Check out the LithFusion Book here

View additional info & the Animoto video here 

Just Past the Third Echo

by Jim Ford

Just Past the Third Echo . . .

{Soft Vanilla Crown}

… Wandering is a passion,

where it leads me is not as important

as what I see along the way

{Life Without Parole}

{Fishy Business}

{Black and Blue}

{Tracks and Stacks}

Jim Ford’s worked for what he says ‘seems a life time‘ in traditional darkroom work and an office without windows.

This series of images, which you can find in his new book, Just Past The Third Echo, celebrates Jim’s first summer of retirement. He says he’s enjoying his view from his now-digital studio & he’s not going back.

Click here for a preview to Jim’s book, Just Past The Third Echo.

TTV Series

by Carol “Cookie” Holmes

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American photographer Carol “Cookie” Holmes lives in eastern North Carolina. In this series, Carol incorporates a 1947 Kodak Duaflex with a modern Canon 350-D for TtV’s (Through-the-Viewfinder Photography). To view more of her work, visit her blog, or her compilations: (1) Through The Viewfinder (2) Passion, Heart, & Soul

The Sound of Trees

by Michael Van der Tol

The above quote by Hermann Hesse, German-Swiss poet, novelist, and painter, was the original inspiration for Michael’s new book, The Sound of Trees, and prefaces the book’s 100 page hardcover of his favorite tree images captured.

Preview and purchase Sound of Trees at: Blurb.com.

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Just Published ‘Go West’:

by Aamora Member Skip Hunt

. . . And away we go!

This is not a “trip journal” theme with the usual travel details, but instead a collection of my favorite images & thoughts along the way. 

Instead of functioning as a tour guide, my intent is to take you right along with me, nestled inside my head, reading thoughts and seeing what I see.

I set out on this trip from Austin, Texas going more or less westerly with the idea there would be no rules. If I found the first place I arrived to be calling me to stay awhile, then so be it.

If the road called me further, then I’d be free to ramble.

Please enjoy, and welcome aboard! ~ SKIP HUNT © 2010

(Skip has agreed to share some of this new book of his with us here at aamora. Skip’s book can be purchased here (U.S.) or here (U.K.).

The excerpt above is from the opening pages of the book, and the photos below are some of what you’ll see as you travel along with him.

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We’re always pleased when aamora member Skip Hunt checks in with us from one of his travels. His photography is remarkable for its beautifully vivid color, incisive composition and varied locales, including Mexico, Guatemala and South Africa. And now he has published a book on his motorcycle travels through the South West U.S. It’s beautifully done, and would make a great gift.

The Kindle Edition of the book is available here (U.S.) or here (U.K.). The book will be available in print as well on Amazon soon – watch for it.

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Seven Days:

San Cristobal de Las Casas, Mexico

by Skip Hunt [part 2]

(continued from [Part One]

{Kremlin}

. . . His eyes got big when he saw my camera and then he started yelling at me. Photos were prohibited!

I took photos of candles. He looked extremely worried. I gathered it was going to be his neck for leaving his post. He forced me into the churches main chamber; a large group of French tourists & indians were praying on a floor covered with pine needles & candles.

Two rough looking Chamula elders grabbed my arms; they escorted me through the church & out the front to a gatekeeper with a police radio. They screamed at me, demanding to see my camera. I showed them the candle photos; they commanded I delete them.

{Elpotrero}

Looking really worried, angry and upset, one with a cowboy hat & radio had a look like he’d caught a good sized fish. He called the police; they answered back that they were on their way.

{Ruina}

They demanded my passport. The cowboy hat demanded money; I told him no. I told him I didn’t take photos inside the church and that I just took photos of some candles by the bathrooms and that I’ve now deleted them.

He grabbed for my camera. I yanked it back. I’d done nothing wrong. If they didn’t want photos taken by the bathrooms they should put up a sign. He pointed to the sign above the church, I again explained I didn’t go inside the main part of the church.

My heart was racing a million beats a second. I was glad the police were on the way. Hopefully I could find one who spoke English and explain that I knew & respected their rules.

The cowboy hat said I needed to pay for going inside the main part of the church. They dragged me through the church against my will. I had no intention of going in. He was now saying I took photos inside the main part of the church and changing the story.

I began to wake up and realize there was no way in hell the police were going to take the side of a filthy American gringo; as soon as they got there it’d be all over.

At best I would get out with only being held and some money extorted… perhaps even lose my camera. At worst… well, I didn’t want to think about that. I started walking. They yelled for me to stop. I told them great and have them come and get me.

{Orange Crush}

Soon I was around a corner and had dodged into a shack. It looked like they sold tequila but no one was in there. I took out my ball cap, put on my sunglasses, and put on my over-sized rain coat and went back out onto the street. The collectivos were by the main plaza.

I noticed one full collectivo heading out and flagged it down. They squeezed me into the front by the driver to collect just one more fare and we were off.

Whew! That was a close one!

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Austin, TX based member Skip Hunt is a wandering soul attempting to break the chains & surf free atop wavelengths within the visible spectrum. View his website, travel blog, tumblr, or aamora.com.