About Us:
Fall River Photography is made up of Todd M. Schroeder, Juanita Dee Huerta and a true love of the wild outdoors. The photographic prints you see here are the spiritual gifts of our deep appreciation for the beauty we have been blessed to experience.  This generous universe has conspired to take us to quiet places of sublime beauty, to places that awed us with majestic light, to places that encouraged us to contemplate the future of our souls.  We consider ourselves blessed to do this work and we strive to make Your Art Work a spiritual communication of our gratitude to the universe for its generosity. Fall River Photography prints are the manifestation of our gratitude, sent back out into the universe to complete the circle of giving and to bring peace and joy to others, to bring peace and joy to you. We are sincerely honored to do this work and we are deeply grateful to you to be considered for the opportunity to bring beautiful art into your life.

As a young kid I was signed up for summer camp, my first, with all of my friends. Off to play for a couple of weeks in the blazing Texas summer sun, my parents gave me a second hand Kodak Brownie Camera to record my wonderful adventure. Not real impressed with its dated form I did not necessarily exhibit any excitement for it or its potential. Nevertheless my parents bought me a couple rolls of inexpensive film and sent me off. Soon after arriving it began to rain. In Texas, when it rains it pours and it rained for days on end; by the time the sun came out we were stranded on a hill top in a flooded valley. I remember going out and “scouting” around like any curious boy and seeing pianos floating on the access road to the camp. I also thought about my camera. I imagined taking some great photographs of the carnage and the flooding and communicating to everyone the experience we were going through. I looked through that Brownie view finder and composed some amazing photographs. The lines, the convergence, the water, the wreckage, the ruins, all were magnificently and powerfully caught on film. I shot every roll of film I had and I spared no subject from my lens. After much trauma for our parents and much fun for us we headed back home, heroes for having survived such a catastrophe. After some time the photographs came back from the drug store and I ran into my closet to open the envelope. I was devastated. The film had been black and white film, not the stupendous color film I had assumed it was, and the images were not the ones I had taken, there must have been a mistake. Apparently someone had swapped my film rolls with their own and now they were in possession of a recording of history that was compelling and riveting while I had been the recipient of some fools poor attempt to take pictures of some water and a hill.

I may still have those photographs somewhere, I tend to keep everything, but most importantly I still clearly remember taking a look at them a day or so later one more time. There was one that I thought I kind of liked, it had nice lines. And that was the end of that. That Brownie would never see the light of day again as far as I can remember and my photographic career was in shambles. I was ruined.

Well I am resilient if nothing else, and from that crushing experience at age 11 that would have felled a lesser man I managed to claw my way back to photography, though several years later. I loved it I realized. I always had. I remember going on all sorts of great family trips and being absolutely mesmerized by the scenery, Americana, the shapes and the colors. I would snatch my mother’s camera and make stellar compositions that failed miserably in the drug store print. I loved to “see” things and I craved it. I craved it so much I took off for the Navy to see the world in all its glory choosing my assignments around the best port destinations. With a camera in hand I am proud to say I took a lot of photographs. Some of them were even very good. Alas, I made the rather dubious choice to trade my Minolta for a prayer rug in Turkey and I lost all of the prints and negatives in one of my many moves. I never really realized that it was photography that I was chasing while I chasing my wander lust. Finally I got it. Seeing was not a means to an end, communicating what I saw and felt was the satisfaction that was eluding me and photography is the tool. I don’t just want to take pictures; I strive to make photographs, images that speak to the viewer, images that provide an opportunity for us to reflect on the beauty of nature all around us and to feel how fortunate we are to live in this beautiful world.

Welcome to Fall River Photography!

I would like to personally welcome you to our Fine Art Landscape Photography and Fine Art Nature Photography web gallery.