“When the Rain Comes Down” is inspired by my mom’s love of the TV show “Miami Vice” as well as her subsequent skill of opening me up to new genres of music. Andy Taylor’s vocals are all over this photographic piece. For me the song represents an important and unique place and time. The photo speaks the same volumes for me. I miss and love you, Mom - thanks for the positive influences
The Falcon
After returning to Tampa in 2022 this was one of my favorite shots of wildlife. Tampa Bay has parks, trails and nature walks galore, as well as an incredible zoo at ZooTampa.
Creamsicle Sunset
This was one of my early shift days at work, but I had to stop and check my garden to make sure everything was fine. I looked out at the lake and saw the most incredible colors, and it wasn’t until I got the full unobstructed view that this particular shot would be one of my favorites of all time. I also love that in the middle portion of the picture to the far left you can see a house with the lights just coming on to seize a brand new day.
Sky Vapors
“Sky Vapors” has its origins one Friday dawn as I was stepping out on the back porch to have my coffee before my Uber arrived to take me to work. There was a peculiar light reflecting on the lake behind the house, and as I came outside I realized it was the leftover sky vapors from the SpaceX Falcon 9 launch that had occurred just a few minutes ago.
Moonrise in Tampa
“Moonrise” was taken from the back porch of my new home two days after I had moved in. The morning sunrise views are spectacular, but watching the moon rise over the lake at night was something else entirely - otherworldly, for lack of a better word.
Moonrise
It’s been a few minutes since I’ve journaled, but I’m pleased to say that I took a giant step and moved back to Tampa after having spent the last 13 incredible years living in New York City.
“Moonrise” was taken in the backyard of my new residence. It certainly looks like a sun rise, yet no matter what tool or filter was used, I couldn’t duplicate what I was seeing with my own two eyes.
A special shout-out to the lone goose cruising the waters in the path of the moon beam…
Finding the Ordinary in the Extraordinary →
My journey as an artist who likes to takes pictures has been quite the memorable one as I continue to evolve, experiment and push the envelope regarding my creativity. I am also my own worst, and harshest critic, and those days have slowly faded away to be replaced by something considerably different. Though it has taken more time than it should have, I am begun to truly see my work as others do, to have an appreciation for my work and that it not only has value for me, but for others as well. While I am the last to pat myself on the pack and try to be as humble as can be, I am proud of my accomplishments, my work, my potential and exploring new and exciting visions to capture. Thank YOU for being a part of this incredible journey with me…
Sincerely,
Jared Ray Eaton
The Morning Glories
I have worked at PS90 as a concierge for the past four years, and have been fascinated by the architecture and have occasionally dabbled in the back garden. One weekend a tenant and I put up a discarded trellis we had found and she transplanted her morning glories into a large white bucket. Just a few weeks later they had topped the trellis in all their, ahem, morning glory. The architecture of PS90 makes for the perfect backdrop to showcase these easy to care for flowers.
Iris
Iris has always been my favourite flower - the deep rich purple, the long time colour of royalty. In addition, the flower takes its name from the Greek word for a rainbow, which is also the name for the Greek goddess of the rainbow, Iris. I love getting up close and personal with flowers, it allows me to practice my skills in the fields of macro and abstract photography.
Coney Island Sunrise
It was one of those rare days when I decided to awake extra early, ride the train from the Bronx to Brooklyn to capture the sun rise. Watching the sun rise with the flying gulls as the skies turn golden - it’s the perfect time for self reflection, slowing down a bit and enjoying the small things in life.
Red and White
April, one of my favorite months of the year, produces such beautiful images for flower lovers and photographers alike. The sweet smell, the bees pollinating, the brilliance of the red, the softly muted white, and the green leafy background to balance it all out - flowers just light up the concrete jungle’s landscaping. This is the first of many floral prints that I have taken over the years, and “Red and White” will be the first available here on the site!
Pastels
It was a beautiful August day in 2012. I still lived in Jersey City and was taking a walk, exploring as I always do, camera in hand. It was here where I found the most peculiar bush, with each berry a differently colored pastel hue. I have yet to find another plant like it, let alone one that even comes close!
Topaz at The Museum of Natural History
Sometimes it is hard to believe such precious gems and stones have taken billions of years formation within the crust of the earth, only to come to full fruition through the evolution that only Mother Nature can provide. The Museum of Natural History is an amazing experience that (at least for myself) at least two days to fully explore.
Jolly Green Greenery
This shot was taken at the southern end of Randall’s Island, which lies in the East River between Manhattan and Queens. There are bike and jogging paths galore, baseball diamonds, a small secluded beach as well as a gorgeous view of my favourite bridge, the Hell Gate Bridge. The east river “flows” differently here than in most other places - the water swirl and eddies, yet acts as though the the river itself is alive. The current is unpredictable - it slightly reverses direction, circles back on itself, slithers over here and there. Then of course there are all the gurgles and splashes as the river currents collide with one another. It’s akin to watching clouds move across the sky, in that after a moment or two you are mesmerized and lost in the voice and movements.
A Different Point of View
I had pulled a double and filling in at a different building for the second shift. My desk mate was kind enough to let me go to the roof of this 30 story apartment building. I had been hoping to capture a spectacular sunset as dawn broke, but I did get a consolation prize, as I had always admired rain spattered windows. Sometimes in life we don’t get always get what we want, but more often than not there is a silver lining, if you’re willing to open yourself to it.
Too Late, Too Soon
I always loved the Jon Secada song “Too Late, Too Soon.” It’s a melancholy song embroiled in the deepest seven shades of “What ifs?” The singer tries to rationalize on so many levels, but in his heart of hearts he knows what the deal is. Much like this picture, it’s wonderful to have plants pop up a month too soon, but is it too late to turn back the clock on what man is doing to the climate? As much as I love Mother Nature and her fragile, colorful gifts, I also know she has a dark side that we’ve only begun to experience as she seeks to restore the natural balance
