Keene Fine Art Photography

04/12/2026

Zaanse Schans did not hand this to me. I had to fight for it.

Google Maps kept trying to send a full-size van down bike paths and the wrong way onto one-way streets like it had a personal grudge. The weather played its usual little game of “maybe” until nearly the end. Then, because apparently the trip needed one more plot twist, my Newpowa solar panel started coming apart.

So I did what photographers in parking lots and campgrounds have done since the dawn of bad timing: found a hardware store, bought screws and tools, and fixed it myself at camp.

And then this happened.

The sky finally broke open over the Zaanse Schans windmills in a wash of violet, rose, and fire, like the Netherlands apologizing without actually saying the words.

For the record, this likely is not the exact untouched windmill Rembrandt painted. The mills here have a complicated history of rebuilding, restoration, and relocation. But De Kat does stand on a site with roots going back to the 1600s, and pigments are still made here using Rembrandt-era recipes.

Which feels fitting.

Nothing about this trip was easy. Not the roads. Not the weather. Not the repairs. But every now and then, after enough wrong turns and enough stubbornness, the world gives you five quiet minutes that make the rest of the mess shut up.

This was one of them.

04/10/2026

I had maybe twenty minutes before the city remembered itself.
What nobody tells you about Amsterdam is that the bikes don't follow traffic laws. They follow a separate, parallel agreement that was negotiated without tourists and apparently without mercy. They materialize from every direction, silent and fast, operating on the assumption that life is renewable and you will move.
Google Maps, helpful as ever, routed me onto a bike path. Then a sidewalk. In a Ford Transit van. I drove on an Amsterdam sidewalk at 6 am trying to find a parking spot that wouldn't get me killed or towed, while Kaiser Cole observed from the passenger seat with the detached curiosity of someone who has never once worried about anything.
Turns out driving on the sidewalk is apparently fine here. I saw others doing it. Amsterdam contains multitudes.
But before all of that, before the bikes and the sidewalk and the near-death navigating, I had twenty minutes alone with the Damrak and this light.

And I got this shot.

Amsterdam in Amber. Limited edition. Certificate of Authenticity. Museum-grade.
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04/07/2026

Another fun shot before I switch gears to more "serious art" later. Citroën

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04/05/2026

Rue Galande, 5th arrondissement. I rented this little Citroën and spent the morning losing myself in the Latin Quarter. No regrets.

04/02/2026

Scott Kelby said rent a Citroen CV2 and shoot Odette. I rented a Citroen CV2 and shot Odette. New work dropping soon — follow to be first.
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03/28/2026

Back in July, I made a decision to shift from open editions to a more curated collection of limited editions. It wasn’t a quick change—it’s been months of refining, rethinking, and raising my own standards.

Since then, I’ve been fully immersed in the process—focusing on quality, intention, and creating work that truly holds its value.

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03/08/2026

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03/05/2026

UCP just sent me an Award of Excellence plus a “Master of Excellence in Photography” certificate. I’m equal parts honored and suspicious of anything that calls me a “master” of anything (my laundry pile would like a word), but I’m genuinely grateful.

Thank you to the UCP team and curators for the recognition. I work alone most of the time, so moments like this land a little heavier in the best way.

02/23/2026

Milan at 4:30 a.m. doesn't smell like fashion week.

It smells like cold marble and the ghost of last night's rain.

Most people think the Duomo is a backdrop — for selfies, for aperitivo shots, for someone's Instagram caption about la dolce vita. That's the version everyone sees. That's not the shot I was after.

I'd been watching the weather for three days. The forecast kept lying to me. Too much cloud. Wrong light. Wrong time. Then at 3:47 a.m., the sky cracked. Not dramatically, not in a way you'd notice from your hotel room. Just a quiet shift, purple bleeding into gold at the edges, like the city exhaled.

I was already there. Tripod set. Coffee cold in my hand. Pigeons doing their strange vigil around me like I was the weird one.

The piazza was empty. Not kind-of-empty. Completely empty. No tour groups. No taxis. It felt like a different city. Peaceful. Just the sound of my own breathing and 3,400 marble saints watching from above like they'd seen this before and couldn't quite be impressed.

That moment, that particular silence, is what collectors hang on their walls.

Not a cathedral. Not a postcard. The feeling of standing in a place that belongs to no one, for just long enough to remember you're alive.

Milan at 4:30 a.m. doesn't smell like fashion week. It smells like cold marble and the ghost of last night's rain. Most people think the Duomo is a backdrop — for selfies, for aperitivo shots, for someone's Instagram caption about la dolce vita. That's the version everyone sees. That's not the sho...

02/21/2026

11/16/2025

There’s the postcard version of Mont Saint-Michel, and then there’s the version you get when you crawl under the bridge at 4 a.m., dodging puddles, seaweed, and the lingering perfume of sheep who’ve clearly claimed the whole bay as their kingdom.

This is the shot I came for — the quiet moment before the crowds, before the buses, before the island wakes up. It took a little under-the-bridge parkour and a lot of “please don’t let that be what I think it is” footwork… but dawn rewarded us.

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Travel’s messy. The photos don’t have to be.

The bridge was safe. Predictable. Tourists love it.Which is exactly why my son looked at me, grinned, and said: “Let’s go under it.” What followed wasn’t a creative detour so much as a sheep-scented fever dream.Mud that swallowed boots. Air thick with wet wool and regret. Every step louder t...

11/16/2025

Every once in a while, the mountains decide you need to be humbled.
My Dolomites morning did not disappoint.

Let’s just say I left the van feeling like a confident photographer and came back smelling like a Tolkien character who survived a questionable quest with a burnt-rubber aura and €120 missing from my wallet.

But the shot I walked away with? Worth every ridiculous minute.

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Waze ghosted me, Italy charged me for the privilege, and I still got the shot. Tre Cime di Lavaredo: 1. Me: also 1. Call it a draw in gold light.