Dušan Smetana

Dušan Smetana

Photography with an Accent

Portraits of Argentinian hunting guides — people of spirit, fun and originality.  You take the first pictures and wonder what the stories are. Their faces carry the heritage of the pampas, crossed with the characteristics of Europe — Italian, French, Spaniard, German, Basque. Weeks in you have together shared hunts, and bonfires, and stories, and the common passion for soccer, and ignited in me is the readiness to take in yet another language, to learn this Spanish of the great estancias, of the vinyard, the tango, and the grill.

After two weeks out in the remote pampas of Argentina, one day in the exuberance of Buenos Aires.  First days of fall!  

Last evening walk to the river before flying 7000 miles south to Argentina.  There are birds that do this, but not my pigeons…yet.

After many years carrying heavy DSLRs I got  something small/compact/documentarish.  Forgot how much fun it is to play with little cameras that unlock a whole new area of creativity.  Having FUN!!!  


In 1989, one month before the fall of the Berlin Wall, I escaped the communist regime of Czechoslovakia and washed up on the shores of Florida before making my way to my lifelong dream of living in Montana.  This was my gear.  Now it keeps very old papers, expired identification cards, immigration documents, photographs from my old home.  It is what I can open to share my story with my children and then my grandchildren.

In 1989, one month before the fall of the Berlin Wall, I escaped the communist regime of Czechoslovakia and washed up on the shores of Florida before making my way to my lifelong dream of living in Montana.  This was my gear.  Now it keeps very old papers, expired identification cards, immigration documents, photographs from my old home.  It is what I can open to share my story with my children and then my grandchildren.

With this cold vortex it’s a great time to tuck into the computer by the fire and review and edit photos.  I started thinking about all the terrific people and faces I’ve worked with over the last nineteen years.  I’ve started a new collection of portraits, something to really highlight the amazingness that arises with the interaction of humans and the outdoors.  The outdoors become more real to us, and we are distilled into our most human selves.  Take a visit.  You might see yourself or someone you know. Or someone you’d like to know.  I hope you enjoy it.

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Only just started.  All of a sudden I’m craving the portraits…..
With this cold vortex it’s a great time to tuck into the computer by the fire and review and edit photos.  I started thinking about all the terrific people and faces I’ve worked with over the last nineteen years.  I’ve started a new collection of portraits, something to really highlight the amazingness that arises with the interaction of humans and the outdoors.  The outdoors become more real to us, and we are distilled into our most human selves.  Take a visit.  You might see yourself or someone you know. Or someone you’d like to know.  I hope you enjoy it.
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Only just started.  All of a sudden I’m craving the portraits…..
This is a photo of a photo hung on the wall of my old home in the village of Krivany — a beloved reminder of my grandparents and one of the few concrete things I have of them.  It was hard to leave many things, but the time came when it was harder to stay.

This is a photo of a photo hung on the wall of my old home in the village of Krivany — a beloved reminder of my grandparents and one of the few concrete things I have of them.  It was hard to leave many things, but the time came when it was harder to stay.

This is a pretty common traffic jam in this part of the world.  Bison crossing the basins and the roads, cars slowing down to watch, more bison, more cars….  My kind of congestion.

This is a pretty common traffic jam in this part of the world.  Bison crossing the basins and the roads, cars slowing down to watch, more bison, more cars….  My kind of congestion.

Summer tradition — the whole family is involved in training our young homing pigeons, driving them out a little further each time to build muscle strength, endurance, and hone that innate homing instinct each is born with.  The kids learn responsibility, paying attention to details, and the joy of living with creatures.

Summer tradition — the whole family is involved in training our young homing pigeons, driving them out a little further each time to build muscle strength, endurance, and hone that innate homing instinct each is born with.  The kids learn responsibility, paying attention to details, and the joy of living with creatures.

My greatest joy — being outdoors in Montana with my children, showing them how to see, watching them just be.

My greatest joy — being outdoors in Montana with my children, showing them how to see, watching them just be.