Thanks to Stephanie, at Photography Blogger, for featuring my photographs today, with a really nice little write-up too! This was an unexpected surprise for me. It’s always nice to be recognized and to get a little boost in awareness too. And I love how she described me as “prolific!”
Embarking this week on a road trip leaving out of Nashville, including Asheville NC, Charleston SC, Savannah, on to Jekyll Island, then possibly Jacksonville FL, Atlanta, and assorted points of interest along the way.
Look for photographs and notes to come.
If you have suggestions for great restaurants or photo opportunities… send them my way!
Now available over on Fathead… Really big (and really affordable) prints of 15 of my black and white photographs, including “Rainsplashed Daisy” at four feet square. See this and my other Fathead wall graphics at Fathead.com.
“Rainsplashed Daisy” by Keith Dotson, now available really big on Fathead.com
I’m excited to announce that I’ve just released a major new portfolio of black and white photographs taken in New Orleans’ richly beautiful and historic French Quarter, business district, and Tremé neighborhoods. Some of these images may be familiar, but hopefully I’ve thrown in a few surprises too. All images are available immediately as fine black and white prints.
I’ve just added ten new photographs to my gallery on TurningArt.com. In case you aren’t familiar, that’s a website where you can rent framed art very affordably, rotate it out for other art, and rental fees apply to any art you decide to buy. Shipping to your home and back is always free.
Broken Score Board at Abandoned Ball Field, black and white photograph by Keith Dotson. Click the photo to buy a fine art print.
I’ve always loved the texture of dented and faded old signs. Sitting just outside the chain link fence, on the far end of a weedy and disused baseball field, this fading and broken scoreboard sadly recalls days of fun and glory that no longer occur on this land. You can see the scuff marks from years of fly balls and home runs. About 100 yards away, across a road lies a vast, old cemetery — perhaps the oldest in town. Strange, the irony of two plots of land side by side, one celebrating youth and vigor and life, while the other is a resting place for those who’ve passed on from life.
This deserted ball field and these photographs hold a lot of meanings and symbolism for me, but I’ll leave it to you to interpret them how you will.