My Photos
"There are no rules for good photographs, there are just good photographs." ~ Ansel Adama

I was trained by three great army photographers, Gil, Jim, and Bob, during my first tour in Turkey.  They made me use black and white film, "Because," they told me, "color takes care of you and you have to really work hard to get a good black and white photo."  I grew to love Black and White and still prefer it.

I'm a hybrid photographer.  I use a Canon A-1 for 35-mm and, for 120-mm, a Mamiya RZ-67 and a Mamiya 6.  For Digital, I use a Nikon D-850, a truly amazing camera.

Here are a few images taken, when the stars aligned, which I believe to be "good photographs."

Kady in Izmir

Taken with Kodak Plus-X Pan 35 mm with my Canon AE-1 Program and developed with Kodak Microdol.

I printed this in the NATO Dark Room on satin paper back in 1985 or 86.  It is even better in person.  It would be seriously hard to take a bad photo of someone this gorgeous.

This remains my favorite photo of The Girl.  I wish she'd let me take her photo every day.


Taken on a solo walk to Kidifekale, above Izmir, in an area we were not supposed to go alone.

The people there were the best, super friendly, and delighted to meet an American.  Even the older people, who I had been told wouldn't like it if you took their photo, readily agreed when politely asked.  The kids were all about posing for me.

At night, the shimmering lights on the hill were magical, the reality, a stark contrast.


This is my first ever portrait.

I was studying Michael Langford's 35 mm Handbook which suggested that I ask a friend to sit for me.  Well, at the time, I only had one friend, a guy I met on the plane to Turkey, Joe.

I did what the book said to do, camera settings and such, and the shots turned out well.

This is available light, with Kodak TRI-X 400.

Joe was a U.S. Air Force Public Affairs NCO.  He gave me a lot of pointers.

Goodbye VMI

My last photo of VMI, taken with my Mimiya RZ-67 on Ilford FP-4.

This was a test shot, learning the camera, and checking an app on my phone used for metering light.

Both work fine.

Ryan in Charlottesville

I love taking this young lady's photo.  Here she is helping me work with my new cameras.

I tried juggling too many this day, which made for some pretty stupid mistakes.  She, however, was perfect.

This one is from the digital camera.

That Tree

Noticing this tree as soon as I moved to Charlottesville, I vowed to photograph it.

This lone sentinel sits beside Highway 29, watching the traffic rush about.  In its time, it must have seen everything from Model Ts toTeslas.

I like to think it is saying to us, "Slow Down, Enjoy Life.You are here for such a short time."

I guess I'm fixated on trees of late for their longevity.

A Southern Lady in Her Home

KS, my duaghter-in-law, wanted a professional headshot for Linkedin; I envisioned something a lot more interesting.

The headshots were good, but this one, when I told her what to do, is my favorite of the day.

Nikon D850, Nikon 50mm@ f/3.5, ISO 400, 1/13, in available light.

You're welcome.

Eutrophic Design

So, this is how my hall window looked for a while at my quarters at VMI.  Then Buildings and Grounds came by and cut it all away .  .  .  something about how it wasn't good for the wood, or stucco, or something.



Waiting on a Train

This photo was a picture in my mind's eye long before taking it.  It took some setting up.

First, I had to get my favorite model, DJ, to come down from Pennsylvania.  I promised Sushi.

Next, I had to find just the train station and found the prefect one in Clifton Forge, about thirty minutes away.  I coordinated with the manager to be there after dark and got a note from him in case the police showed up.

 Then, I had to practice my night skills, walking around Lexington for a couple of nights before the shoot.

 In my original concept, I saw a "young marine headed back to war," so I asked her to bring her uniform.  The jeans and heels were her idea.  I added the classic Samsonite luggage.

I believe it all worked together and turned out nicely.

I Will Not Go Quietly

This old warrior, damaged by wind, ice, and lightening, refuses to die.

The new limbs reaching for the sky seem to scream, "You Call This a Storm?  It's time for a showdown.  It's you and me.  Come and get me" ~ LT Dan, Forest Gump

Taken in Kentucky during a Trap and Skeet Competition

Few Come to Visit

Kady plans the best trips.

She read about this, told me to be ready to go, threw me in the car, and off we went.  It was a beautiful old mill in the middle of nowhere Virginia.

The locals looked a bit wary of us.

Kady's Barn

We must have said, "We need to stop and take photos of that," for about ten years.  One day, I pulled over, grabbed my camera, and started climbing fences.

Kady wouldn't leave the car.

I'm posting this here so she can't claim that She took it.

The owner was not impressed with me.

Sevda in Charge

One of the most professional, motivated, and conscientious people I have ever met, and I had to go to Turkiye to meet her.  She is as sweet as she is beautiful.

Before long, I was spending time at her agency, photographing her events and models.  When I was shooting, she was directing, like in this shot where she is wearing my glasses.

She taught me a lot about photographing women.

Of all her models, she was my favorite subject.

Into Maryland

The railhead at Harpers Ferry, looking into Maryland.  This small town became the crossroad of the war, changing hands about four times.

I'm a Southern Railroad kid.  I love train and rail photos, but I've taken so few.

Plate Tectonics in Winter

Taken on a very cold day, Rockbridge County, Virginia.

No.  I'll Do THIS!

Taking any photo of Jk at this age was problematic, but trying available light was nearly impossible.  This lad is in constant motion.

The lollypop helped a bit.

It Is As If All Time Had Never Been

The look of wonderment on the face of one of the most beautiful and intelligent people I know speaks volumes.

Taken at Waterfront Park in Charleston.  Shooting East as the sun went down, the lighting was perfect.

The title is from the Ray Bradbury poem They Have Not Seen The Stars, the first thing I thought of when I saw this photo.

Valley Storm

I saw this shot in my mind's eye long before I took it.  I had been looking for a place that looked up the Valley from the top of the Blue Ridge.  I did a map Recon and drove up a few days later.

The weather in the Valley was playing its part.

The Statue, The Park, and Other Things

Forsyth Park Confederate Memorial and the magic that is the Mamiya RZ-67 with Ilford.

Record them before they are gone, Southerners.  I predict it won't be long before the monuments of our struggles are all gone.

This Dress Needs Photos

That's how this happened.  I  got a photo text, from Ryan, wearing this pretty little dress, saying, "This Dress needs photos!"

I slipped out of the office and met her at a farm with a great view and a split rail fence.  Everything worked but the lighting.  Late afternoon would have been better.

When I posted this to Facebook, one of my friends left a one-worded comment, "Wow."  I'm certain he was commenting on my skills as a photographer.

Taken in digital on a day I was supposed to be at work.  What else could I do?


Savannah is one of my favorite places in the world, perfect for me, too hot for Kady, and too far away from the grandkids.

Oh, but it is a photographer's dream.

Take me back.

In Situ

While excavating, the workmen wisely left this column resting where it fell in some earthquake past, maybe 262 CE.

This was a three day trip, walking Ephesus the first day, studying that night, reading as I went the second day, and shooting the third.

I mostly shot in Kodachrome.  Amazing colors.

Leaving Lexington

I like this photo of one of E's high school classmates as much as any I've taken of anyone, anytime, anywhere.

Taken the day before she left town to begin her life after college.

Kady's Ginkos

Perfect timing, Perfect day, Perfect place, Perfect Girl.  Another Kady Day Photo Trip .  .  .  UVA's Blandy Experimental Farm.

Marchons! Marchons!

Statue from the people of France to the National D-Day Memorial park in Bedford, Virginia.

If you are in the area, it is so worth a stop and a few moments of your time.

"That's Not a Professional's Camera"

I don't do work any better than this.

I caught a Turk girl, Gülümser,  just as the smoke from her cigarette rose, framing her face.

When we met her, one of my buddies told her I was a "Professional Photographer."  The only camera I had with me that night was a small digital.  She was unimpressed.

With this shot, I convinced her that I might be a pretty decent photographer and I did it with  a Sony Cyber Shot, DSC-S50 with 2.1 Mega Pixels.

Summer at Club Crozet

The VMI mess hall, during the Summer Session, devoid of the craziness that takes place when the Corps is in residence.  Looks lonely, doesn't it?

I was there at the perfect time of day, catching the light cutting diagonally across the floor.


In this age of flash-filled, reflective light, soft saturation portraits, I'm a proponent of the natural use of shadow.

Hopefully, there is still a place left for it.  I'm sure Vermeer would agree.

This is another Ryan photo, taken at Peeks View Park, during our first session together.

Falling Out

Most parades, I was out there with the Corps.  This day, I had Officer-in-Charge (OC) duty and took the opportunity to take a few photos I had thought about for a while.

I have about a bazillion photos of the Institute.  It was my whole life for far too long.

London Girl

I'm not one for taking photos of random people on the streets, except at a distance when included in a street photography composition, BUT, this girl had to be an exception.  Right?

I have no clue who she was, but she was amazing.

The grain in this photo, called reticulation, is from a problem I had in the developing process.  That sounds like it wasn't my fault.  The problem was stupidity .  .  .  hot water and stupidity.

I tell myself that I like the effect to make it seem OK.

Where Should I Start Forgetting?

The Confederate Cemetery at UVA, taken in Ilford FP-4 with my Canon A-1, 35-70mm

The title is from the little book Let's tell Our Side of it For a Change by William W.Taylor.  The truth lies here.

"There is rancor in our hearts which you little dream of."~ Confederate General Henry Wise.

There is rancor, still.

Now, That's Some Texas!

Of the hundreds of Out West Photos I took on our Fall 2018 trip, I consider this simple little photograph representative of our experience.

It screams, "TEXAS!"

Charlottesville Mall, 2018

You've seen old photos of your town with old cars, people dressed in clothes from that era, street cars, and storefront signs, all long gone.  They exist because people back then were interested in documenting their places and times.

Open your eyes and photograph what is around you.  When you're my age, you'll be glad you did.

Atmosphere, Water Particles, and Starlight

Looking out over the Gulf of Mexico from the Keys at sunset, June, 2017.  I could do this every night.  Add a good cigar and some Sinatra Select and I am set.

Think on it.  Every photograph is unique, given the day and time you take it, the weather, the camera settings you use, the position of your camera, and your framing.

Ruggle's Battery

"62 cannon, hub to hub, unleashing a fierce cannonade, striking across 500 yards of open field into the ranks of the Blue Line." ~ Shiloh - In Hell before Night by James Lee McDonough

Taken at the Hornet's Nest, Shiloh Battlefield.   After a while, battlefield photos begin to look the same.  It is the bravery and valor that makes them exceptional.

The Broom Shop

Be polite, smile, and point at your camera.  Usually, you get a slight nod for permission.  A quick tilting back of the head but a "tik" sound made with the tongue is an emphatic "NO!"

The dashing fellow in the flat cap gave me the nod.  The other guy just ignored me, but struck his pose with lifted chai glass.

Heavy Traffic

After my photographic failure of October 1983 (read: No Camera on Grenada), I learned to carry a camera wherever I went.  For military operations I had a Canon AF-35, a great point and shoot camera.

This shot is from Cyprus in 1989, a trip with B Company, 1 Para, by far my best military trip ever.

I'm glad I captured it in photographs.

Digital Ilford

If you are looking for a phone application for black and white photos, there is a good, free, British app called Vignette Photo Effects by  You can get it in the Google or Apple Store.

Set it on Black and White and Ilford and it does a fantastic job, even at night.

I took this while out walking.  I've made no adjustments to it except to crop it and add my watermark.  You can click on it to see a larger version.

In case you haven't figured it out, you can click on most of my photos for a larger, though optimized version.

Get Out Your Real Camera!

In the early days of cell phone cameras, I berated people using them to take photos, believing that quality was far better than ease or quantity in photography.  I would tell them, "Someday, you'll wish you had taken that with a Real Camera.

Now, phone cameras are getting so good that it is hard to tell the difference.  I took this with my Samsung Note-5 back in 2018.

Not bad for a phone camera.

Sunrise in Arizona

During Fall 2018, SS, Kady, and I went out West.  We traveled Tennessee, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Colorado, ending up in Kansas for Christmas and New Year's Day.

The morning we left Arizona, I should have asked for a photo-stop.

Look at this.  How would it look had I not taken it through a car window, from a moving vehicle, with a phone camera (S-9).  Moral of this story: Take the time to stop, set up, and be a photographer.  If it is worth taking, it's worth taking correctly.

Still, I love this photo.

Charleston's East Bay Street

Charleston has great streets.  This photograph has been manipulated a bit with Photoshop, more lighting, less contrast, less saturation, and such.  I just re-discovered this in my photo files and this is how I remember it.

Insert beautiful girl here.

Savannah's East Bay Street

Taken from the Savannah Convention Center on a cold, cold, cold and windy day, I was reminded how film photography should be a warm weather endeavor.  I was a bit miserable, but the momentary suffering paid off with this roll.

Mamiya RZ-67 with Kodak T-Max 400

Did I mention it was cold?

And Arches; God wills more Arches

Mission San Jose on the San Antonio Mission Trail. 

 This was a really beautiful old building and I imagine the architect used these as buttresses to shore up the walls of the mission.

I could have also called this, "Get Out of my Photo." The guy at the far end watched me setting up and though I waved for him to move, he stayed.  Maybe he was the perspective guy for the day.

Hell, maybe that's Saint Jose!

It ends up that I'm glad he's in the photo.

Lonely Post

Interior Guard Post Number 2, Virginia Military Institute.

The school is guarded twenty-four hours a day while school is in session.  This was taken during a football game when the entire Corps was out of barracks.

Imagine standing this post at 2AM on a cold winter morning. I've never done it, but I have been a lonely sentinel in the wee hours on cold mornings as a private, many times.  I was, after all in America's Guard of Honor.

On a Boat!

Shot while taking a boat ride on the River Walk in San Antonio.

Nice place, good food, too crowded in most places. I liked it.

Every town should have a River Walk.

Ruins of Virginia

Kady and I were on a nice drive in the country when we ran across this.  She spotted it, had me stop, and we walked up to this old mill, cameras in hand.

After only a few snaps, the tenants came roaring down the hill in their car, pissed.  We apologized and got the hell out of there.

Meth Lab? Probably.

Photography in Virginia can be dangerous.

The Regimental Drummer

I took this photo at New Market Battlefield during a battle reenactment.  It is cropped from a much larger photo.

It stood out as a photo of just the drummer boy only after loading it onto my computer.

The young lad reminded me of a song from the stage musical, Civil War by Gregory Boyd and Frank Wildhorn, a body of work that speaks of the war in some of the most beautiful poetry and music I have ever experienced.

"But, in his eyes I'd sometimes see the boy that I used to be; for a moment I could leave this all behind.  All at once the boy was gone, lost on this road we're on, just another fallen brother." ~ Jack Murphy

Me and Birmingham Don't Have a History of Working Out*

Birmingham has a really bad habit of destroying the city's history, the destruction of the Terminal Station, one of the most beautiful buildings in the South, being their most egregious act.  But, the sad little city, sometimes, gets it right.

It took a grant of $120,000 to re-furbish the iconic 1927 Alabama Theater sign.  Now mostly aluminum with LED lights, the new sign went back up over the marquee on 3rd Avenue North in September 2019.

This was taken in February, 2019 and is the replacement sign for the old 18th Street sign which stood over the stage door from 1927 until 1957.

Maybe one day I will go back home and get a shot of them both standing together again, historically accurate.

*from Runnin' Just In Case by Miranda Lambert

Sloss Furnace

This is the industry that built the city, the iron smelting furnace off of the 1st Avenue Viaduct in Birmingham.

I remember going to the downtown Transportation Building with Dad and seeing the yellow smoke pouring into the air.

Sometimes the smog was so thick that we couldn't see the Birmingham skyline, a few blocks away.

The air quality improved greatly when this plant shut down, though it heralded the decline of the Magic City.

Photography as History

Photograph Everything!

This is a quick snap I took on the Chessie Trail in Lexington, VA, Summer 2003.

Once a rail bridge over Chalk Mine Run, repurposed for foot traffic, it was washed away by Hurricane Ernesto on 1 September 2006.

Ricky on the Mall

This friendly man entertained us all during Elise's wedding photos.  He's no musician, but he is a character.

I went back a couple of weeks later, hoping to catch him.  I could hear his stylized drumming from where I parked.


Taken along a wooded trail across from my new home in Charlottesville, this old piece of farm equipment really caught my eye.

It and the other metal implements sticking out of the leaves looked like skeletal remains and I guess they were.

The Belly Dancer

One of my friends is an amazing belly dancer.  When I discovered this about her, I set up a photo shoot with her wearing her costumes.

I set up a studio using my Turkish Rugs, put on McKennitt's Marco Polo.  She danced and I pushed the shutter.

When photographing people, I recommend finding something unique about them to capture.

photo by john neel, www.neel505.comKansas Thistle

This may soon become my first bit of photography hanging in a public buildng.  Requested by the young lady who designs, furnishes, and decorates VA Hospital interior spaces, who happens to be my daughter-friend-in-law, KS, I respectfully submitted this piece of "Veteran Art," expecting nothing and at the very affordable price of $free-to-the-cause.

I think I've finally settled on a watermark.

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