About David Mortenson
I'm David Mortenson. I've traveled widely in my business and frequently photo-documented various business projects. I have been fortunate in being able to photograph nature, culture, interesting architecture and the like while abroad in Europe and Asia and across the Americas. As you'll see in looking at Another Good Reason, nature is my favorite subject, be it flowers, bees, birds, spiders, snakes, or bears. I'm also fascinated by patterns, man-made or natural, and doors. You will see all of these subjects in these photo-cartoons, as well as interesting and beautiful architecture and landscapes. While beautiful is also interesting, some interesting things may not always be beautiful, while still being photo-worthy.
The basic concept for Another Good Reason is a photograph--beautiful and/or interesting--with a short, 2 or 3 line story with quirky humor not unlike Gary Larsen's "The Far Side". Often the flower, bird, or other subject of the photo will have a funny story to tell or a problem to solve. The goal is to entertain without negatively targeting any ethnic group, religion, political party, or nationality. Public figures, however, are fair game. Lady GaGa, Al Gore, or anyone in the headlines has or will have a story about them.
There's a wide variety of excellent photography equipment out there, but I've been a Nikon photographer for years because of their sharp, crisp lenses and "bulletproof" gear.
Lefty didn’t think of himself as deformed, more like asymmetrical, and which way he leaned politically–right or left–he said depended on whether he was coming or going . . .
Cyndy was glad motherhood only lasted a couple of months each year. This time, the fight was Quentin yelling, “It’s not fair, Mom! Louie took my tadpole…!”
The Johnson twins (pink) had eaten all the pizza, drunk all his beer, and now were checking the cupboards for potato chips–it never ended. Kevin (white) was praying they would leave before they found his bottle of 15 year old Scotch . . .
Zelda was a little miffed-her husband, Bruno, seemed to think it was more important to show his breeding plumage to the neighbors–especially the girls–than to get the nest ready for eggs and chicks . . .
Melinda just wasn’t having any success in motivating the cow Jazzercise class; she finally called them sluggish, fumbling oafs . . .
Cecilia loved the ultra-chic dress for the Prom, but it left her feeling a little exposed if there was any wind–and then nerdy Jimmy started his rendition of “I see London, I see France . . .”
