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Cornfield by the West Branch of the White River, Rochester, Vermont
© Paul Mozell 2008
When photography was in its infancy in the early 19th century, the art of landscape painting was approaching a new zenith. In its time, the work of the members of the Hudson River School and later, the White Mountain School, was growing in popularity on both sides of the Atlantic. Continue reading
Bobbie Wayne and Dan Mozell wear replicas of 18th century - Colonial Era clothing, and perform period music
I had the pleasure of photographing my brother Dan Mozell and his wife Bobbie Wayne, in her art studio in Gloucester. Their 18th Century attire adds a feel of authenticity to their occasional music performances. Bobbie plays Celtic harp and Dan accompanies on guitar and mandolin.
After we completed a series of poses of the duo, Bobbie switched to a different type of formal attire for another portrait.
Painter, BJ Wayne
© Paul Mozell 2009
When the bright yellow and red leaves of New England’s maples, birch, beech and oak have fallen, there is still plenty of color to photograph. I especially enjoy the rust colors that emerge from the cattails, willow, and grasses. On a dry, clear afternoon in November, the light quickly warms as the sun drops toward the horizon.
© Paul Mozell
In three consecutive days I shot architecture in Boston’s South End, a client’s family reunion, and took a hike with my daughter to one of our favorite nature venues. The contrast in photo assignments was invigorating and I felt very much “in the zone” with all my creative energies flowing
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Quincy Bay © Paul Mozell 2009
Although I’ve lived in the Boston area for many years, this long, rocky beach, Wollaston Beach has escaped me. On my way home from a rather urban photo shoot in Quincy, Massachusetts, I had a strong urge to shoot at least one good landscape.