Charles Hildreth

Charles Hildreth

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I know there are millions of artists out there. Tens of thousands galleries. I'm glad you're following me here, though. I'm not a great photographer, but what I love about the craft is light. The way it falls in from a window in the morning. The way dust dances in it during those silent moments as the day starts. Red streetlights against a deep blue sky before the sun sets in winter. I love how it allows me to tell a story with one strand on a face, or even when it blankets fields in summer. It has given me a new perspective on the entire world. And if you're my friend, maybe you share some of this with me. Perhaps you've gravitated to my work for this desire to create and show the world your view. And for a few moments, hopefully something I've showed inspires you - even if it's the most ordinary, quiet moment I've captured of a stranger.

Portfolio.

Published February 22nd, 2012

I apologize, but I accidentally deleted a few images from my portfolio. I thought this was only affecting a certain part of the site and not my actual displayed work. You may see a few repeated images. I'd love it if you could re-support them.

Thank you.

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Dreams of movie-making, and other moments:

Published December 12th, 2011

Every day seems to have the same beginning, middle and end lately. Wake up. Pop pills. Edit or drive to work. Be a photographer. Continue an endless search in my head for answers to our existence. Disappear in music, writing, or stumbling upon new artists. I can’t help but put more thought into the way we’re all connected. Existence made possible by energies.

“We’re all connected,” people say.

I braved the cold shadows of Denver’s streets this afternoon. The sun spilled through buildings and illuminated the opposite end of alleyways as I passed. The light was photographically speaking, perfect, especially around 3 as I found myself heading home. It was even on all things. I remember looking into the hazel eyes of a brown, long-haired dog chained to a Starbucks fence. It looked away in disinterest, eagerly awaiting its owner from within. I seemed to be walking against the grain of the outdoor mall’s patrons. I never feel like I’m walking the right direction. Though, I ...

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