Wendell Summerville - Photography

I can't think of anything interesting or profound or witty to say about this image. But when I look at it, I get a sense of something. Like time standing still. Or rather, the rest of time flying by so quickly.

When I see stuff like this, I wonder if other people see it, or am I the only one.I look around. I see the people as they drive by. Hoopties, SUV', Hybrids. Coffee in one hand, cell phone in the other. ...

Don't bother to ask me what this is about. I'll play the aloof artist card, pretend like I don't know and then say "I saw it. I shot it. I post-processed the heck out of it."Clearly, there are religious undertones. ...

I went downtown to look for the guy living in the hut. He was gone. So was his hut. I guess the neighbors living in legitimate homes finally got tired of him.This is the view he had when he walked out his front door in the morning. ...

A few weeks ago I drove past this building. The hole wasn't there. A new addition. Kind of interesting, though.There's a gentleman that lives up the street from here. He built a house in a vacant lot using refrigerator doors, corrugated metal, scrap wood and so on. ...

The other day I was informed that my post were too serious. Too profound.I say, if you see these images and read this text, and the result is a meaningful and maybe thought provoking experience ... then, more power to you.

I think there are three types of photographers working as artist.First, there's the soul searcher. "My connection with my soul is in my camera." "The images come from within." "I need to understand my place in the grand scheme of things." That type.The second type is the world saver. ...