Art gifts- Photographer Picks
Our photographers, Steve and Stephanie, have the unique combination of image and experience. Here are two images they treasure:
Our photographers, Steve and Stephanie, have the unique combination of image and experience. Here are two images they treasure:
Give her an art gift that will satisfy all her cravings. Images with many things to discover and a calming scene will hit the mark. These images are our most popular selections “for her” in the gallery:
Sometimes we need to take all the guesswork out of gift giving. Our customer favorites are an easy way to give a gift that will please. Out of every image and every size and material, these are the combinations that always come out on the top with our customers.
Visit our Gallery Favorites page to see our hottest items and order with one click!
Bold energy and a powerful scene appeal to the masculine. These images enliven a room and are tried and true gifts “for him”, in the gallery:
We have a variety of gift options in the $100 to $500 for that special loved one. Go ahead and take the plunge on the item they’ve been eyeing. We can print any of our images in any size on any material! If you let us know your budget, we can help you find the perfect fit!
Our smaller items are great for putting together the perfect package. Coasters, note cards, and prints can be purchased individually or in bundles. Mix and match to fit your style and budget.
“Perfect Pairings”
An exhibition showcasing dynamic pairings of Ventura’s iconic landmarks and breathtaking winter sunsets.
Join us and the some of the coolest shops in downtown for our bimonthly Arts & Eats event! Our newest exhibit showcases dynamic pairings of Ventura’s iconic landmarks and breathtaking sunsets. Stop on by for some tasty bites, light refreshments and great photography!
This pod of dolphins approached me while I was photographing turtles. They approached me at first with caution. They seemed to be content keeping their distance, so I continued to stay with the turtles. The group’s second approach was quite different. They seemed much less concerned and far more curious. The encounter lasted over 20 minutes and in the end I left feeling like a welcomed visitor of the pod. I admire how much love these beautiful creatures share with each other and how fortunate I was to get the chance to experience and photograph it.
-Steve Munch
In February of 2015, a major winter storm had just passed through, leaving behind clear skies and rare snow on our local mountains and foothills. I headed off one morning, hopeful to get a shot of Ventura Harbor with the snowcapped mountains in the background. Unable to find the harbor shot I wanted among the docks and moored boats, I walked to the harbor entrance where thundering, 25 foot plus waves were imploding on the breakwater, sending geysers of spray and foam high into the sky. I wanted to document this power and beauty, but still something was missing. I needed something in the for perspective and scape. That’s when I saw the Hawaiian Chieftain looming on the horizon.
I waited. So did the Chieftain. She hovered off the entrance of the harbor, perhaps assessing the risk of attempting to enter the harbor. I waited for a half hour before those on board made the decision to give it a go.
The Chieftain approached from the west. For long moments all you could see were the tops of her mat as she fell into the giant troughs. The current and massive swells had no pushed her into a very dangerous position, turning her broadside to the incoming waves, rearing nauseatingly high. One wave broadside and she would go over. This was no mere photo opportunity but a very real moment of desperation. I looked up over my camera to confirm that the waves weren’t an illusion created through the compression of my telephoto lens. They weren’t. My stomach twisted. I was sure the Chieftain’s captain had made a life-altering mistake that would see his ship and are into the cold, unforgiving water.
As the Chieftain made her final run I stayed focused. Her speed was impressive. With 50 yards separating her from the safety of the protected waters behind the breakwater, a think ball of black diesel smoke bellowed from her stack (she was at full power and moving fast) as the waves exploded, whitewater reaching hundreds of feet into the air.
In the end, half a boat length was the difference between joyous celebration and tragedy.
-Stephanie Hogue
We call him Mr. Lucky, and with good reason, for the odds are stacked astronomically against him. Each hatchling that bursts from the sand has less than a one percent chance of reaching maturity. A thousand eggs are laid so that one will survive. Yet each hatchling bursts forth as if it is the chosen one. There is always a chance.
The miracle doesn’t end at the water’s edge. Plunging into the surf, the hatchling, no bigger than a child’s hand, remains undaunted: having never seen the ocean before, the turtle swims an unerring course, first through crashing surf and then across the seas themselves, more blank and featureless than anything terra firma can conjure. They swim, for the most part, alone. Each is captain of its own fate.
Still they swim on, a dogged journey of survival and, no doubt, luck.
-Stephanie Hogue