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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.

03 Dec

Meet the Artist- Special Social Event!

In Uncategorized by admwil / December 3, 2017 / 0 Comments

Las Vegas visitors and locals have seen for themselves the magical fine art photography of William Carr. But what about his stories behind the art? Have you heard them?

In other words, have you glimpsed the behind-the-scenes art behind the art?

Join us on Sunday, December 17th to meet for yourself Las Vegas’ own William Carr, along with two of the gallery’s guest artists, Dana Kennedy and Jeff Vermeeren. Their art is their passion, and since they live that passion, they live imaginative, intriguing lives.

Discover these incredible stories for yourself:

How did William Carr feel when he knew he finally captured his 18-year quest of the natural phenomena “Firefall”? How did he learn to capture the crest of the wave so perfectly in his piece, Crescendo? Why did he feel inspired to photograph the 175-year old Japanese Maple in each of its seasons?

How did Dana Kennedy feel when that bull elephant began to charge her- and yet she knew to take the photograph anyway? What was she thinking when she gazed into the curious “Arresting Eyes” of a wild male lion and snapped the camera?

What inspires Jeff Vermeeren as he selects his illuminated colors for his beautiful abstract metal art? What comes first, the title of his artwork, or the artwork itself? They are so perfectly paired.

Come discover their fascinating experiences as they create the art you love so much. You’ll be inspired by the art we unveil, as well as the tales these artists provide on this special evening of December 17th.

Don’t miss this unforgettable event!

Sunday, December 17th, 2pm to 6pm
William Carr Gallery
Palazzo Shoppes
Complimentary Admission.

 

Meet the artists. Watch as they unveil their new exciting artwork.

Join us!

15 Dec

Bella Campagna

In Uncategorized by admwil / December 15, 2011 / 0 Comments

 

From Santorini, I headed to Italy.

To Tuscany. The land of the golden light.

I would be staying in Val D’Orcia, literally off the old Roman road, Via Francigena.

Tuscany is the place of Dante,Galileo,Puccini and Michelangelo. A rich artistic legacy that grew from an agricultural base and built a great cultural stronghold before, during and after the Italian Renaissance. It rivaled Florence politically and artistically.

Literally a valley of poetry, it presented a landscape which fascinated the great painters of the Renaissance and the Romantic writers of England and Germany and France. And, she charms us still today with her subtle hues and golden light.

I arrive late in the afternoon. The sun is low in the sky but it still paints the landscape…colors of dry clay and golden earth, hills green like moss and ancient farmhouses dot the landscape.

I am staying in the old stone farmhouse of a working vineyard. The workers are heading in, pulling their carts into an old stone barn, and waving to the guests under the portico. Time stands still in Tuscany. I finish my Chianti and call it a day. I plan on an early start in the morning.

Morning comes and I head downstairs to grab a quick coffee. But in Tuscany, there is no such thing as a quick anything. It is a slow place, a place where life is enjoyed and the simplest of routines are savored. So, in the dining room I have an espresso and fig focaccia, a specialty of the kitchen. I am warned by the staff to be back on time because dinner is pasta shuta, a favorite of mine.

I am off down the road in my rented SUV, my gear stowed in the back. When I say the road, I mean The Road. Via Francigena is a road the Romans built. Centuries old, it winds along the countryside, weaving in and out of the valleys and past the hills that are notched with ravines. My innkeeper has given me directions to some interesting places in the valley and I plan to spend my day meandering. So I wander, shooting images here and there and chasing the light around Tuscany.

And then, I came upon it. “It”  being a spectacular place. As I rounded a bend in the road, I saw the old stone farm house perched on top of a hill, sitting like a jewel in an ancient crown, guarded by manicured orchards and spikes of cypress.   The farm was the only thing still lit by the afternoon’s fading light.  And, it was lit with a wand dipped in gold. As I got closer, I saw the earthy colors of the vineyard melding with the silver grey of olive groves and the graceful cypress. The beautiful palette of nature is before me…the burnt sienna of art classes gone by is a reality on this afternoon. That hazy golden light hangs over the vineyard, touching all the other colors below and seeming to linger past day’s end.

I set up my gear and I know that I am at the feet of the Masters.  I am in the middle of the flourishing Renaissance. I look through my lens and sheer poetry comes back at me. I capture my image …the golden jewel farmhouse set in the crown  landscape of umbers and greens and silvers. And, I wonder, how can this rich painting of nature be just part of an everyday landscape? But that is the beauty of it and that is the secret of it.

The mystery of Tuscany.  A suspended place in time that has never surrendered to progress.

I head back to my lodging, knowing that I have possessed timeless Tuscany for a brief moment with the click of a shutter , the thought of pasta shuta and a glass of Chianti waiting for me.

Ah, Bella Campagna.

28 Nov

Santorini

In Uncategorized by admwil / November 28, 2011 / 0 Comments

 

I awoke to find myself in a strange land, far away from my Southern Utah roots.

I was on a European shoot, planning to cover about fifteen hundred miles or so. I went to my window and gazed out to the Southern Aegean, out onto the bluest of blue seas, 120 miles south of the mainland of Greece.

Santorini is essentially what remains of an enormous volcanic eruption that occurred three or four million years ago. It is a place of great beauty and history. I grab a quick coffee and my gear and head out for a trek up to the top of the city.

And I say up because I am staying near the harbor and the rest of the city is above me. Far above me.

Actually, the whole town is really a harbor of sorts. The city clings to the top of a cliff, looking down on a lagoon. The lagoon flows through a break in the sea wall and boats sail in and out.

I start my trek up, pausing at intervals to view a calm sea below. The pace of life in Greece is slow but constant, children dart in and out of alleys, women carry their groceries on a long slow walk home. A fish monger leans out his door, enticing me with a fresh caught octopus. A few men are talking, laughing, arguing about a lamb being barbecued at a small taverna , sipping their first glass of wine of the day. I stop and chat along the way, engaging myself in their conversations. I laugh at their observations and comment on a chess move or two.

This is Greece.

Slow but energetic, it’s pace a seeming contradiction.

But, my journey is singular and I return to hiking the narrow streets , up to the top to capture the City from a perch high above. I am determined. Determined to make it to the top to catch the early evening view. To see the sea of legends in the moonlight.

It is said that the island was formed after a huge volcanic explosion several million years ago. And this Big Daddy of volcanoes caused the entire Minoan Civilization to perish. Known as Thera, her fury is thought to have been responsible for the legend of the lost city of Atlantis.

By the time I have climbed to the top, the sky is dark. The sky is as blue as velvet can be, it presides over this ancient city and frames the harbor with a matching cloak.

The domes of Santorini dance across the rooftops like little blue hats. A place as old as time but yet as lively and timely as today. I glance down at people walking and at boats bobbing on the bay…a bay with winds that seem to laugh at the land above.

I have been to Greece many times and I know the ancient stories and legends surrounding the place. And , I feel their presence up here.

Standing on top of the World.

Standing on top of Santorini.

I survey the City below, knowing immediately where I can capture my image. I find it in my lense. And then, click. There it is.

My Santorini captured in time.

I began my trek back down those cobbled steps. But in the distance, I smell the faint aroma of a familiar lamb on a spit.


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”.

12 Jul

William Carr – The Early Years

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

William Carr Gallery

No, the guy above isn’t an extra from the musical HAIR – it’s yours truly, back when I believed that true vision could change the world.

I still do.

As a regular feature on this blog, I’ve decided to present some of my earlier works of when I was starting out as a photographer. Thought it might prove to be an interesting visual timeline of my evolving techniques and style.

For the first image in this series, I’ll shine a light on The Portal, an image created, literally, very early on in my career.

THE PORTAL

The Portal belongs to the kind of image that I like to call ‘table top photography’. Early on, I would use everyday household items to create images that would help to learn key photographic principles such as lighting, depth of field, composition, etc. – and The Portal is a perfect example.

For this shot, I used a piece of white dryer vent hose, about 4 inches in diameter. Suspending it using wire coat hangers, I directed a red light bulb and a blue light bulb on the outside of the hose. In the background, I created a space field with a black art board with tiny pin holes for stars and pencil-colored velum paper for the planets.

I then took the shot in two exposures; the first was with the tube with the colored lights, the second was with the colored lights turned off but with a white light directed toward the camera thereby illuminating the tiny pin holes which simulated the stars and planets. The camera lens, incidentally, was just inside the tube demonstrating depth of field.

There you have it. Space, that infinite final frontier, recreated on a table top!

Thanks for taking the journey back with me. Check back often: I’ll dip down memory lane again soon.

01 Jul

Here’s The Scoop

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


William Carr Gallery



Hot off the presses: check out one of our latest press releases:

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Stay tuned as the William Carr Gallery rings in our first year at Planet Hollywood with tons of new website editorial features and upcoming gallery events.


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