As I sit here contemplating my 75 years of existence on earth,..a life’s journey (11-11-11), I look at all the changes that have happened in photography since I took my first photograph as a child. From taking snapshots and rushing the film to the rural community drugstore…or putting it in the mail for processing…and receiving prints back a week or 10 days later mostly fuzzy prints…we now  have instant gratification seeing the results of our efforts.

With photography we can see photos of our parents, grandparents and even great grandparents. We can see our children as they were when they were babies…40 or 50 years ago and relive those precious moments.

We jump forward to the digital age where we take a photograph, see it in the camera, rush home and insert the memory card into the computer and presto….we see the results in minutes..not weeks. We correct our mistakes with photoshop and other editing programs. With the miracle of the computer and internet we can then send these photos around the world or post them on social web sites without leaving our chair. Or we take a photograph with a cell phone and in seconds share it around the globe.

The internet, whether we think it is good or bad, has connected us with friends and relatives we have not seen for a long, long time. About two yeas ago I received an email from a person who asked, “Are you the Frank Brueske whose children I  baby sat in Minnesota?” I was.. and we reconnected and emailed about the 35 years we had lost touch. She and her  parents lived around the corner from us in another lifetime.   We can “chat” on the computer with our old bosses who have moved away of years or friends who we  met in New Your City 50 some years ago when we were fresh out of college looking for our first jobs.

I can email a photograph to my  “cousin” who lives outside of Prague, The Czech Republic.  She responds in Czech ( I can not understand it) and I respond again in English (she may have someone translate for her.) But we stay connected through generations and thousands of miles. Her grandmother and my grandmother were sisters. in the late 1800’s.

Just this past week I had a posting on my website regarding a photograph of a statue I had taken on my trip down the Mississippi River:
There was a link to a website. It belonged to the sculptor of the statue…Erik Blome,  What a great connection!  You can see more of his work on:

My photographs take me back to times and places I can’t return. Like the photograph of “Peace Within,” a view of an elderly lady’s hands on a bible.  Her daughter (who must have been in her 60’s then) provided meals for single businessmen in the community and a college student or two. I happened to be one of them. The lady’s name was Mary Monihan. I can’t remember her mother’s name. But the memories are still with me in the photograph.

I can revisit journeys down the Oregon Coast, or looking for lighthouses on Michigan Beaches and being eaten alive by swarms of black flies, to traveling  the backroads of Pennsylvania and North Carolina searching  for old barns and covered bridges.

Or  more recently, a  visit to the Battlefields of Natchez & Vicksburg, a sad time in our history, but a time for reflection. Here you revisit and read about the terrible battles that occurred here many years ago.

But most of all I enjoy sharing my photography with you, so that you can see my visions as I see them and share my journey of life.

I too, have changed with the times, and am now doing mostly digital photography…something I said would never do. My passion is still the true art of photography, black & white, but I do enjoy some color.

Photography will never make me rich in terms of dollars, but it has made me rich with a wonderful journey of friends and  memories that keep growing day by day…and all of you are part of my life’s journey. I have been truly blessed

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