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All 6K+ photographs and artworks in the Edward Fielding collection of high-quality art is available as prints including prints on wood for a rustic look. Also available as prints, frame and matted art, canvas prints, acrylic prints and more.

Steam Train Dream by fine art photographer Edward Fielding features a vintage steam locomotive emerging from the mist of steam and fog.

This photograph composite has proven to be a big hit among steam train fans and railroad buffs, selling many times as prints as well as on fleece blankets. Perfect for a child's room with a train theme decor or any adult rail fan.

Steam Train Dream looks especially impressive as a large canvas or metal print and can be ordered in large sizes already framed or rolled in a tube for local framing.

I love exploring the small towns of the American West. Places with a single bar full of video poker machines, bison burgers and a couple of cowboy sipping their beers and talking about the crop predictions. Classic old neon signs lend authenticity to the town as if they need any more. Dusty cowboy boots and old cars lining the single main street.

While New York Cities Time Square and the strip in Las Vegas have become a giant billboard of video screens, in the small Western towns one can still find great old neon signs.

Part-time capsule, part nostalgic trip in the Way Back Machine, I wonder if the locals even recognize how important these signs of the past are to visitors?

Camping in remote areas, exploring the backroads and hidden corners of America pulling the old Airstream. A dream of many especially in retirement when you have all the time in the world to hit the open road.

Route 66 might have been largely forgotten and absorbed into sprawling metropolis's suburbs but stretches of lonely highway still remain and deserve to be explored.

For many the world over, Western America still represents a place to stretch out and be free. Free from the suffocating population density of the modern city. Free to let one's mind wander among the vast, rugged landscapes forged by eons of water etching into solid rock.

Couldn't we all use a bit more calm, peace and serenity these days? Some beautiful, relaxing artwork for our living room as an escape from what has been unleashed on the world?


Note: the watermark in the lower right does not appear in the final print.
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Sunset at Scripps Pier, La Jolla Shores, San Diego. Fine art photography by Edward M. Fielding. Three shot high dynamic range or HDR photo with long exposure which smooths out the water.
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Scripps Beach is adjacent to the UCSD Scripps Institution of Oceanography campus in northern La Jolla. The long concrete Scripps Pier is not open to the public, unfortunately, but the beach on both sides of it is. Scripps Beach is much quieter than La Jolla Shores just to the south.

All kinds of photographs and artwork from the portfolio of Edward Fielding can look fantastic as throw pillows. Throw pillows are a quick way to wake up a stale interior. Cheaper than a new couch and fun that can change with the season or with the mood.

Thanks to my buyer of a Throw Pillow - 14" x 14" of "Rustic Dining Room Classic Neon Sign" from Boulder, CO. Enjoy!

The House with Nobody In It
by Joyce Kilmer
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn’t haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn’t be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied; But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I’d put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I’d buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I’d find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there’s nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.

But a house that has done what a house should do,
a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby’s laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it’s left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can’t help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.

There are the photographs I think will be great sellers and then there are the photographs that sell.

No matter what my tastes are, the buyer's tastes are what matters. All I can do is offer my particular slant on the world and give potential buyers the opportunity to purchase a bit of the way I see the world.

Take this recent sale from a series of fine art photographs I've done of old Western ghost towns. Purchased by an interior designer this photograph of the old weathered, sunbaked wood on an old church in a ghost town outside of Phoenix, Arizona will look great in a restaurant or hotel with a Western theme but it wouldn't have been my first choice among the photographs I took that day.

You can see my ghost town photographs at: https://edward-fielding.pixels.com/art/ghost+town

We sit down to talk with fine art photographer Edward M. Fielding, back from the desert with a new set of fine art photographs from the American Southwest.

“Do these photographs make you feel warm?” jokes photographer.

“Do they make you feel a bit hot under the collar?” he laughs. “Do they make you feel thirsty?”

Fielding hands me an ice-cold craft beer out of the mini fridge outside his office as we look over his new portfolio of fine art photographs from American Southwest.


“I think every bar owner should consider installing a few of these photographs in their bar – beer sales will skyrocket!” he chuckles flipping through the prints of sun-baked, oxidized vintage cars in the desert.


“It was 115 degrees the morning I took these photos. Just think how hard it was for the owners of these cars and trucks to live under these conditions and put in a full day digging to rock in search of gold. The cars and buildings are still there but the people have mostly gone, and those who remain can only survive with modern air conditioning.”


Fielding shows a photo from his phone that shows a sign for a HEAT WARNING. The sign says “Hiking in hot weather is dangerous and not recommended. Please be smart and safe”.


We flip through the large scale photographs with sharp detail that brings out every inch of the weathered, rusty old vehicles. The paint isn’t worn off as much as it is oxidized by the sun. The unrelenting sun basically cooks the paint into vapor that blows away in the sand fill winds.
Rubber is particularly susceptible to decay in these conditions as evident by the tires that literally melt away, exposing the steel belts within.
Fielding takes a thoughtful sip of the vanilla porter and recounts the dangers of shooting in the remote desert under these conditions.


“There were factors to keep in mind during this shoot. Things you wouldn’t normally encounter on a photo shoot. You had to watch your step because this is rattlesnake area. At any point, you could put your foot down on a rattlesnake using a rock for shade. The local guide had four of them in the freezer back at the old miner house.”


“Then there was the “Teddy Bear”, doesn’t that sound harmless? — cholla cactus that was all over the place. Back your butt into one of these suckers and it means a long wait for the ambulance to take you at least an hour to the hospital. These nasty things have barbed hooks that don’t let go, and they are designed to break off on anything that touches them.”


“Of course there was the danger of heat stroke or heat exhaustion. I had to pace myself. Wearing a broad hat, sunscreen, full length clothing. Under 115 degree heat one can only work out in the sun for about 20 minutes before being totally exhausted and having to seek shelter with plenty of cold beverages.”


“In this heat you don’t even sweat. It just sort of evaporates immediately” he says about photographing in 115 degree desert heat.
I ask Fielding how his equipment held up under these conditions.


“Well, I was using a Canon EOS 6D that I’ve used for a long time. It had been in freezing cold weather in New Hampshire, Vermont and even Iceland. It worked for me in the pouring rain. It has worked after being in hot car in the summertime. It’s a solid, weather-sealed Canon camera made for abuse, so it worked. At least the battery life wasn’t affected like it is in the cold. But it did get too hot to touch after a while!”

“The problem is camera equipment is all black.” explained Fielding, “I had the Canon EOS 24mm Tilt-shift, my trusty Canon EOS 35 mm f/2 and a Canon EOS 24-70 f/4 as I wanted to try various angles – I wasn’t planning to come back any time soon so I wanted to capture all I could. But the black plastic on this stuff got so hot it was likely to burn your fingers!”

“I wasn’t fiddling around pointing and shooting. I was looking to capture well thought out compositions so I first went around the location with the 35mm handheld to get an idea of some compositions and then went back with the 24mm Tilt-shift and a sturdy tripod.”

“The Canon 24 millimeter Tilt-shift the tripod gave me the ability to shoot seven exposure HDR images and combine them later like with this shot of the old gas station.”

“I also was able to use the shift function to create highly detailed panoramic like this one of the old International Harvester Metro Van.
It took three overlapping shots at close range to get this final image which shows every inch of the weathered old car especially when printed to it’s max at 48 x 48 inches.”

Fielding’s photographs from the American Southwest can be found at https://edward-fielding.pixels.com/art/southwest

Above: Stairs leading to the Beach Trail at Torrey Pines State Park - the next day. Prints available - https://edward-fielding.pixels.com/featured/beach-trail-torrey-pines-state-park-edward-fielding.html

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A couple months ago I was in the San Diego, California area. My wife had a conference to attend in La Jolla so I tagged alone and traveled around the area creating photographs.

One day I decided to explore Torrey Pines State Park. It was a warm February day, a quite balmy 60 degrees which felt amazing having just left the fridge Northeast that covered in snow and ice.

I was enjoying myself hiking the sandy trails and taking in the beautiful scenery. Looking down from the cliff at the dolphins and seals playing in the water and enjoying some sunshine.

I wasn't taking many photos as the sun was high in the sky and the cloudless sky was producing a lot of harsh shadows. Instead I shot some time-lapse video on my GoPro Hero 7 and simply enjoyed the fact that I was outside in the middle of winter with only a t-shirt.

I made my way down the cliff to the beach trail. The beach trail is a direct return trip back to the parking lot along the water and underneath the tall cliffs. I only went about a few yards before having second thoughts.

It was high tide and the waves were coming up close to the edge of the cliffs leaving only a few feet of dry yet slipping rocks. I saw a guy coming around the bend.

"Is it passable ahead?" I asked.

The guy said "How new are those shoes?" looking down at my new sneakers I bought for the trip.

He said his wife volunteers at the local hospital and after he drops her off he comes over to Torry Pines State Park to walk and to pick up trash. He had a bag of water bottles, hats and wrappers tied to his belt.

Looking at his wet feet and wet trousers, I decided not to risk going further with my camera bag.

Heading back to the stairs near the cliff I came upon a kind of comical scene. A young guy was struggling with a spindly travel tripod trying to get it to stay still in the wet sand.

The big waves were rolling up the beach and undermining one of the tripod legs. As soon as he adjusted the tripod, the wave would roll back to the ocean, the sand would dry and the tripod would settle into another cockeye position.

At this point it was high noon. The sun was beating down creating the worst light of the day.

"Oh shoot" he muttered.

His wife looked on helplessly from up on a large rock above the water, clutching his camera bag.

"I forgot the filter" he cursed to himself as he struggled to attach his large Canon camera and red L lined lens to the tripod plate. At this point the tripod looked like it would topple into the surf at any moment.

I got the impression that there was some shot he saw on Instagram that he had traveled all this way to capture. Seems "the shot" must have included a long exposure which would require a heavy duty ND or Neutral Density filter of at least six stops in this full sun.

Since the tide kept coming in, I decided to high tail it up the stair case before the entire beach disappeared. Watching from my vantage point I watched the scene unfold below.

Sure enough, the camera was set on the small skinny tripod, the shutter was pushed and then a giant wave rolled in an knocked the whole thing into sand.