Walter Portz Photography

09/03/2026

My artist statement for my upcoming show. If anyone is interested?!?

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Artist statement. For twenty-five years, I was a photographer. Not someone who made photographs. A photographer. There is a difference. In my hometown, a city of a quarter million people, that became my identity. I built a career making portraits. I carried cameras into thousands of rooms. I photogr...

04/12/2026

Two geese bellowing 300 yards away.

The water between us will flow this divided country, into the sea.

A couple. Together for life swims by. The quiet mother. The father with his brazenly green markings.

This rock I rest on. Who knows how long it has resided on this shore line. Or long before this was a shoreline perhaps.

The ebb and flow of this ancient river’s path. The floodplain defined. Lined with trees and debris from floods.

A chaotic tangle of old life and new.

One storm.

All replaced.

To become the silt of the Louisiana delta.

Although this water has a steady current.

Heavy. Powerful. Pulled by the gravity of this home planet.

It appears still. The only evidence of downstream flow is the occasional branch.

The horizontal shifts of light I observe. The slow creep of floatation peering up between the shuffle of light and movement. A small black hulk in this overcast.

The sound of a jet. And geese.

Three people. An older couple and a young man. They stand at the edge. An apparently intelligent conversation about erosion and shoreline. The benefits of hillside vegetation I suppose.

Sand
Leaves
Pebbles
Styrofoam.

Blue sneaking into view.

Where I sit the river and sky appear to move slowly from left to right. An almost bright blue now defining the edges. Highlight the downstream flow. The water blue in places, dark gray in others.

Rippling highlights.

03/19/2026

In the upper atmosphere, particles of oxygen and hydrogen congregate into a liquid commune.

Just enough to be carried by the flow of prehistoric currents. Held aloft across the sky.

The temperature cooled and the pressure minimal, it only takes a slight shift for these communities of molecules to coalesce around each other.

In a field of white amongst the power and the pillows of a cumulonimbus front. They descend in a swirl.

Along the way they start to coagulate into something larger, something easier to grasp, something easy to define.

One drop. A single drop. Dropping. A glimpse of sunlight blinks across its path. As it slides through the photons of light it curves and separates the spectrum of that which gives us life. This tiny drop with its own tiny rainbow. Zipping past in a flash.

From the perspective of a nearby neighbor the curve of the earth looks reversed. The green grass a reflective sky. The earth rushing down upon its glistening body.

I watch this window. Covered in wet. Cars driving by.

One drop lands. My ears and eyes isolate its impact. It disintegrates on impact. The molecules reforming into drops anew.

One drop rolled silently across my vision. Leaving a tail of absorbed then unabsorbed participants.

Each showing a mirrored glimpse of the street below. I trace its path with my finger. It slows to a crawl.

One drop in front of me.

A monument. A movement. Life giver. A tiny reminder of the breathtaking complexity of our planet. A reflection of us, of what is in us. Transparency and reflection are in us. Elegant and smooth. Highlighted wonder.

03/12/2026

On a trip to Lisbon. A series of portraits and candid photographs. A series I’m call Alone:Together.

We are all moving through time.

Many of us alone.

In public spaces we exist beside one another—
close in proximity, yet distant in experience.

Distractions fill the air between us.

Phones, thoughts, obligations, invisible walls.

We share the same sidewalks, the same trains, the same rooms,
yet each of us travels within our own quiet world.

This series explores the fragile space between isolation and connection—
the strange condition of being Alone:Together.

03/02/2026

Process. Still work to do on skin tones and horns.

01/19/2026

Who we are. Celebrate our diversity. Immigrants are what built this country. Every human deserves dignity and grace.

01/07/2026

Who inspires you?