Recently, I was asked, “Jeff, what’s your all-time favorite photo of your daughters?” Damn. As a photographer who takes a fair number of photos, some of them quite lovely, of his daughters, that’s an awfully difficult question to answer. If pressed, and thankfully I wasn’t by the questioner on the […]
I quietly built and launched a brand new website a couple of weeks back. The url is jeffbogle.com and it will serve as the home of my seasonal photography portfolios or collections, frankly I’m not 100% comfortable with either title. The simple idea is to showcase nice images in a […]
This is how to road trip. Give them stickers and duct tape and pipe cleaners and scissors and glue and tape and…don’t turn around. They will have the time of their lives and you will, well, you will stay sane. This photo of the mouse is from day 1. It […]
In many ways, there is nothing uniquely special about this photo of my two daughters looking at, and laughter into, each others gaze. This is a scene I could photograph countless times during each day in which the family calendar is an empty square of white, each day these two […]
There was a photo I took in the fall of 2006, of the Bear in southern France. She was wearing a sky blue long sleeve shirt, solid blue with no pattern or design, the sun beamed down on her forehead, and the wind was blowing her hair just so, giving […]
With her, there are few rules. One pigtail? Makes sense to her. Off-balanced cuffed pants like daddy? Oh yeah. Purple and grey striped socks with rainbow striped slip-on sneakers? Why not. Kindie punk rock t-shirt? Of course. This 7-year-old girl has style for miles, from our home outside of Philadelphia […]
A year ago, this would have made no sense to them, and, frankly to me as well. It had been decades, after all. And so I too hadn’t the foggiest of ideas as to what the Forest Moon of Endor was or meant. But there we were, last month, hiking […]
This young lady is destined to do remarkable things. She’s got that air about her. She’s the champion of the world. Someday, sooner rather than later, I’ll be known not as Jeff Bogle, but as this young lady’s dad, and I wait for that day with open arms.
