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14 Mar

A Beautiful Riddle…

In William Carr Collection by admwil / March 14, 2018 / 0 Comments

It’s so much fun to ask people, “What in the world is this?!”

They tilt their heads, quizzically, studying the photograph. Some immediately say, “It’s lava!” while others say, “Wait…there’s snow…how can that be?”

Welcome to the visual conundrum of “Firefall”, the natural phenomenon in Yosemite National Park.

What is it?

For a couple of weeks in February, the sun is perfectly lined up with Horsetail Falls in Yosemite National Park. If we are lucky, when the sun sets over the ocean, it cuts across the flat part of California and infuses Horsetail Falls with the same color of the sunset for all of ten minutes.

But it doesn’t always happen. There are so many variables involved that there can be years in between that the phenomenon doesn’t appear.

For instance, there may not be enough snow, or melting snow, for there to be a waterfall. And even if there is, humidity and cloud cover affect the appearance of Firefall.

Click here to view this beautiful image.

This gorgeous and rare photograph took William 18 years to capture. Notice the details—the cragginess in the granite, the reflection in the mist, and the pine tree at the top that glows in the sun’s last warmth of the day. This picture was taken on a little known path, very far away, and yet every single detail can be seen. All the details add up to an exquisite moment of time and beauty.

This is the world of William Carr…his photographs are the gateways to that world. Come experience it for yourself in The William Carr Gallery.

23 Jan

Comments from the Collector’s Corner

In William Carr Collection by admwil / January 23, 2012 / 0 Comments

Mr. William Carr,

During the MLK weekend I had the opportunity to visit your gallery. I cannot begin to tell you how awe-inspiring your work is. I spent a very long time in the store and was amazed to find out that you were actually present amidst your work and talking to other admirers. Upon my return home, I immediately had to visit your website and learn more about you. I read your past blogs and realized that in June of 2011 you had asked for people to write in their personal experiences involving you or your work. So here I am, feeling the need to convey to you how your work, your passion, and your desire to give has more than inspired me. Aside from your beautifully captured work, I feel obligated to speak of the “behind the scenes” things that solidified my newly found admiration for you and your work. While in your gallery, I read the placard on the wall that described your desire for giving back to those who are less fortunate. I feel that this exemplifies that your passion is more than just photography itself, but helping people through your gifts. I was also amazed to see you there in your gallery, speaking freely with all those who entered. (I must admit I was a little intimidated to introduce myself, but I was also engrossed in your newly released book) I hope that you realize how important it makes one feel when they can come into your gallery, marvel at your work and then be able to meet you in person to get the background, history, or personal feel of what created it. It makes the experience so much more personal. Lastly, after reading your blog, I was much appreciative of how you have no regard for keeping your talents to yourself. You freely explain to aspiring artist on how to create a portfolio as well as explain how you are self-taught (with descriptions of your earlier work). To me, this is unheard of anymore. So often I find that artist want to keep their knowledge and experience to themselves, they don’t want others to master their techniques or worse, improve upon them. You have no issues helping others make something of their passions in fact you encourage it. You have inspired me to follow my heart, to always think of others before myself, and to continue on with my passions. Thank you for your work, but most of all thank you for what you stand for and what you represent. You are more than just an artist, you are a breath of fresh air.

Melissa Mondragon
Pacifica, California

14 Nov

Brilliant

In William Carr Collection by admwil / November 14, 2011 / 0 Comments

 

Photographers have a love of spontaneity.

An image captured with just a single click.

Just that one single click that freezes time.

But, I am a photographer who shares that love of spontaneity with a love of returning to the past, to places I have been before. A lonely beach in Polynesia. The ruins of an ancient castle in Austria. The sense memory of perfume wafting over a field of lavender in Provence. Pondering the music of the stones at an ancient Native American site.

So, it is with the thought of revisiting and reacquainting myself that I return to Oregon every Fall. I return to revisit my sensory memories and to renew them.

I load up my 4wd and head out, up to Oregon for a four day shoot. Fall seems to have come early this year. There’s a definite bite in the air and the birds are sparse. They’ve headed south weeks ago, leaving just a few hungry strays lingering.

I stop frequently to see the ocean, venturing out on the towering cliffs. The mist has a chill in it, a salty taste of the approaching winter.

I drive a narrow coastal route, remote and still. I stop for lunch and to wade the tide pools that are tucked like pockets into the bottom of the cliffs. Nestled into remote beaches and caves, they glimmer like dark jewels protected by towering walls.

I head inland, passing miles of trees. Their leaves have turned a fiery red as per the seasonal decree of Mother Nature. They stand in stark contrast to to the dark and gloomy day that surrounds us.

On the third day, I came upon an amazing tree. I had to capture it.

An ancient Japanese Maple, it was in the final days of a glorious and fiery display, a spectacular collage of deepening autumn hues. It stood like a timeless patriarch in a secret garden of scarlet and crimson, it’s beautiful branches bending like the arms of a dancer.

The challenge now was in finding the light. The day was overcast and dark like all the mornings so far. It was chilly and damp, dark and gloomy. It was nothing like the blazing tree in front of me.

I studied the best way to bring to light the magestic stature of grace and strength of this iconic tree. I juggled my camera  from a hundred different angles, hoping that some sun would seep in from somewhere. There just was not enough light.

And , as I was trying to capture the image from all these angles, an amazing thing happened.

The sun broke throught with a beam of pure white light.

Starlight.

I felt a shudder, a sense of elation.

Something magical had just happened.

It was Brilliant, my latest release.

01 Nov

Eden

In Uncategorized,William Carr Collection by admwil / November 1, 2011 / 0 Comments

 

I set out on my annual Autumn shoot in Oregon last week. It wasn’t my usual Autumn. But rather one with cloudy skies and thunderstorms. But you know, it was perfect in it’s own way. On the third day, it cleared some and I caught the warm days and crisp nights that I know so well…I headed out at sunrise to catch an early shoot at the Falls.

I followed the old road. It’s a winding old wagon road: two narrow lanes the traverse an old lava flow. Along my narrow trail, I knew I would get some of the best views of this amazing terrain. The mountains in Oregon are always favorites of mine. I think it is the challenges they represent. I would drop almost 2000 feet and catch the fantastic waterfalls below. It was warmer this early morning than in past days…fly fisherman were casting on the lakes, hoping to score some of the last of the season’s catch. I see things with the eye of a painter and the fisherman with their forms outlined against the shore and their poles arced, formed a painterly image in my mind.

I stopped for some coffee and to watch their lines dance around the shoreline, feathered flys bobbing in the early morning. My sunny morning had vanished into the clouds so I thought I best be on my way.

I jumped into my 4wd and hit the road for the Falls.

The drive is an easy one mile or so loop that crosses a firey red vine and maple laden ancient lava flow and then passes through an old growth of rain forest. From there, two spectacular waterfalls plunge over immense towering moss covered cliffs. The upper Falls dumps water about a hundred feet into a shallow pool. The water cascades into the pool and then trickles down through the underlying lava beds.

I was set to shoot at the lower Falls. It was very early in the morning so my light was bright. The Lower Falls streams its way down a two hundred foot glacier carved cliff, spreading out into watery ribbons along the way. Words like spectacular and awesome don’t even describe it. I captured my image as a light mist started coming down through the approaching fog.

I left the loop and headed for the River Trail. The Trail is a beautiful path in the Summer but now it was slippery from the mossy dampness. The river was moving fast, swollen from a freak early snow. It was punctuated with vibrant red and yellow leaves skirting down the water like floats in a parade.

It was still early in the day. But the sun was weak, more like an Winter’s afternoon that a blazing Autumn morning. The  trail was gloomy and a drizzle helped douse whatever sunlight I had hoped for.

I sat in my 4wd and was happy to finish the last of my coffee as the afternoon chill approached.

14 Oct

Bella Vista

In William Carr Collection by admwil / October 14, 2011 / 0 Comments

 

I had been driving north for a few days, headed towards the Italian Alps, hoping to get some great images of the Italian countryside. I was on the “other ” side of Italy, in the high country…very different than Rome or the other ancient cities. But, ancient just the same. And, unique in its own way.

I had gotten an early early start. And, by that I mean dawn. Fueled by espresso, I was determined to find an amazing shot on one of my last days in Italy. It had been a good trip and I was happy with the images I had gotten. But I wanted to capture some of the amazing Tyrol, the Italian high country.

I looked at my watch and realized that I had driven for over three hours. I was deep in Sud Tyrol and the wine country. I stopped in Caldano, a beautiful city built by the Medici family to use as a country place as well as being a thriving vineyard culture since before the time of Christ. Time in Sud Tyrol moves at a comforting pace. Every day is a repetition of the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that. And so it goes for a thousand years. I took my time in Caldano, having my lunch in an outdoor cafe and doing a little people watching. I chatted with the owner of this small bistro and he told me his family had lived in this city for four hundred years. He gave me a couple of bottles of the local wine for the road and I was on my way.

I drove past a grove of olives and then I saw it.

Ancient dolomite peaks stood like soldiers at attention above green valleys and tiny villages.Those mighty dolomite spears, with a wide lap of snow around their base, seem to stand guard around the spring green lushness of the meadows below. Silently, stoically protecting all that lay below. The dolomites are national treasures of Italy. Literally a million years old, they draw visitors from all over the world, anxious to view their stone majesty.

My painterly eye drank in the spring, just when that spring had rolled back the winter and spread a lush carpet of green below. There was a newness, an untouched quality of pureness here this late afternoon, high in the Italian Alps.

I captured my image just before the day began to signal her shadows of day’s end. The afternoon sun was still warm, casting her golden embrace to the valley below and wrapping it in reds and golds and yellows. A wash of rusty purple signaled the end of the afternoon. I knew this image would be magical…I could feel the power off the dolomites in it.

My Bellavista complete….Now, where did I put that bottle of wine….

12 Oct

First Snow

In William Carr Collection by admwil / October 12, 2011 / 0 Comments

 

Peak fall color arrived in southern Utah this week above 8000 feet but there was a grim forecast, calling for oodles of heavy rain. Feeling optimistic I set out with my gear knowing that if the snow level dropped, I could get fruit loops color together with a fresh mantle of snow.

I got on the road to the Kolob Terrace and started to climb.

The road got snowier.
The fog and low clouds made pea soup.

That wasn’t gonna work so I blindly continued on until I reached 9000 ft.

A stand of aspens suddenly appeared mixed with every color of the rainbow.

There was an Aspen stacked fence, perfectly positioned, completing the composition.

These days it is oh so rare when earthly elements  align themselves
and speak “ this is art”.

29 Sep

The Justin Timberlake-Shriners Charity Golf Tournament

In William Carr Collection by admwil / September 29, 2011 / 0 Comments

 

When we were asked to participate in the Justin Timberlake-Shriners Open Golf Tournament at TPC Summerlin, we knew it would represent more than just donating a single piece of art to a charity and calling it a day.
But, what we didn’t know is what a deeply touching experience it would be.

Kick Off Your Heels was an event designed to support the week long festivities at the Summerlin TPC funraiser for the Shriner’s Childrens Hospitals. The event showcased three hundred talented Las Vegas women and featured lunch and a fundraising auction.The generosity of donors is what enables Shriners Hospitals for Children® to deliver life-changing medical care without placing burden on the families of their young patients. There are many ways to give, from participating in one of their many fundraising events throughout the year, to creating a plan for giving. No matter how large or small, every gift to Shriners Hospitals for Children makes a difference in the life of a child.

That said, we were honored to be invited and made it a point of donating one of our most popular prints, Villa Fleurie. A stunning pictoral of Alsace Lorraine photographed one September afternoon, it is a very lyrical piece featuring a village path lined with spectacular flowers. Perfect for a women’s luncheon, we thought.

We arrived early to the golf course. The landscape was dotted with golfers playing, spectators watching, people walking up the hill to the tents and literally hundreds of volunteers. Golf carts whizzed in and out of the crowd, carrying celebrities and officials here and there. It was a hike up the hill to the 17th hole where the event was to be held. Lucky for us, some jovial shriners in a golf cart swooped us up and delivered us to the top.

The white tent literally glistened in the sun, it’s air conditioned interior a pleasant respite from the heat outside. Inside, there was a flurry of activity as volunteers put the finishing touches on this magical setting. Bottles clinked at the bar, ice buckets were filled, and flower arrangements seemed to float across the room,headed for tables. Volunteers made last minute adjustments to pristine white tables for ten and waitresses began greeting guests as they arrived, offering lemonade from a tray. There was no mistake that this was where the party was!

We sat up the print we had donated, the fabulous Villa Fleurie. Struggling to lift it, we attracted the attention of two Shriners who helped us hoist it up and position it on a ledge where it could be seen by all. Striking, it literally commanded the room and gathered a crowd of admirers. We chatted with so many interested people, including a three year old girl who was being feted at the luncheon. She had been a Shriner’s patient since birth. Many of the guests shared their experiences with us and we were happy to hear their stories about the Shriners, their trips to Europe and also to answer questions about the William Carr Gallery and our amazing collection of fine art photography at the William Carr Gallery.

Waiters were still passing lemonade, both “hard” with a spiced liquor and regular. We opted for the regular, not wanting to end up under the table rather than at it! Lunch was announced and featured a specially designed menu from Buca Di Beppo.
Our Menu
First, an amazing Antipasti of mozzarella caprese. Vine-ripened tomatoes and fresh mozzarella mingled in a drizzle of basel olive oil and chopped basil leaves.
Next, insalata made of fresh green apples, spiced walnuts, dried cranberries and Gorgonzola cheese tossed with fresh lettuce.
Our main course was a delicious oven roasted salmon with pesto cream sauce,pine nuts, sun-dried tomatoes and capers.
The salmon was complimented by Gnocchi al Telefono. These delicious potato dumplings tossed in garlic marinara with a hint of cream.

 

The restaurant had also created a special dessert menu that featured mini versions of well known pastries like cannoli, mini rum cake and Italian cookies.
Simply delicioso!

Kudos to the TCP Summerlin staff, Bucca Di Beppo, the PGA staff and the Shriners for creating this magnificent event that gives so much to so many children!

All the while people were eating, others were perusing the silent auction. I had occasion to chat with many of the guests all during the luncheon. Many had been to France and recognized the charm of Alsace. Definitely a standout in any show, Villa Fleurie simply glowed in the afternoon sunlight.

While I was standing by the photo, a beautiful young woman and her husband came up. She began to share with me the story of her son, a recent patient at Shriners Hospital. Her story was heart breaking. But her hope was courageous. Her young son, Ryan, had been the victim of a swimming pool accident. Now, four years old, he was on the road to recovery. It was a touching story of sadness and triumph. Just as she was finishing, it was tme for speeches and the silent auction concluded.

Mayor Goodman was introduced by news journalist, Kim Wagner. She told the story of her romance with Oscar, her marriage and of the early years in Las Vegas. I noticed more and more people partaking of that lemonade on that hot afternoon. Finally, with her speech at an end, the winners of the silent auction were called.

I was amazed to find that the young woman I had been talking to, the mother of Ryan, was the winner of Villa Fleurie! She purchased it for a thousand dollars more than the value listed on the auction sheet. I was overwhelmed. She said that she and her husband had taken their son to France and this was an amazing sentimental piece that they simply had to have in their collection.

I was touched.

Villa Fleurie was loaded into the back of a Corvette and I saw it drive down the hill,on it’s way to a new home.

We headed out ourselves in the late afternoon sun….down the hill and past the course, speckled now with just a few remaining golfers.

21 Sep

The Poetry of the Canyons

In William Carr Collection by admwil / September 21, 2011 / 0 Comments

A summer rain sprinkled across southern Utah, unexpectedly drenching me and the video crew I had dragged out before dawn. We had been out for hours, hiking and shooting.
We were deep into canyon country, the video crew documenting my photography while I documented the countryside.

We had come upon a field of wildflowers just about the time when the rain hit. Soaked, we waited out the showers in the meadow.
The wildflowers glistened, perfect for picking by my camera lens. As I was  shooting, I heard a rustling to my right, I glanced over and two magnificent wild horses came bounding out of the woods. Above them, a rainbow painted a swath of color across the sky, forming an arc above us. If telling stories visually is what photography is all about, then I had hit the jackpot.

The photographer’s dilemma…what to shoot. For a photographer, time is everything. And there is precious little of it. Three amazing things happening at once in a hidden meadow and the urgency of capturing it all, not letting a single second slip away into time. I clicked away furiously, capturing all that the afternoon had to offer, an incredible collage of nature.
But, we had to push on. We were losing the day and soon we would be losing the light. We moved on , hoping to make it to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon within the hour.

We did.

And the light across the expanse of the canyon was like the glow over Umbria. The rocks. The ledges. The cliffs. All were bathed in a golden wash of light.

Magnificent. Inspiring. Holy.

These are all words I have heard used to describe the Canyon. But, I actually think it defies human description. Only my camera could capture the mystery of it…it’s stone majesty frozen in time.

We shot like crazy before we lost the light and then packed up and headed back to our camp as night was falling, a few early stars in the sky above us.

21 Sep

Castaway

In William Carr Collection by admwil / September 21, 2011 / 0 Comments

 

My plane cut down through a fluff of clouds. When it emerged, it revealed a stretch of blue water miles across. Afternoon was falling on the Cook Islands with a golden glow that reached from French Polynesia to the East and Tonga to the West. As the plane descended towards a single  narrow landing strip, we could see boats crossing through small breaks in the barrier reefs.

The ocean went on forever. There are no land masses between these tropical islands and Antartica. Just water. Very blue water. And, it sparkled like diamonds and mercury glass shaken together.

We landed, grabbed our gear and headed out to capture the afternoon light.  A seaplane dropped us at one of the most beautiful lagoons in the world,  the legendary Aitutaki.

As a photographer, I am really just an artist who paints with light.  My brush is a high definition capture system.  The amazing color spectrum of the lagoon was my palette, in complete harmony with my vision.

I approached, hoping to hold the Universe in limbo for just an anxious second.

As I was shooting , a light summer rain begin to fall, chased out to sea by the summer trade winds. The sky cleared and I captured a perfectly pristine image of solitary oneness. A Castaway in Paradise.

This image became  my newest release, Castaway.

26 Jul

World Focus

In William Carr Collection by admwil / July 26, 2011 / 0 Comments

Original music by William Carr

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