Springtime in New York City with friends is good. We had a great day and I brought home a few images. In spite of our frequent stops for “sustenance” we…
That’s my mom. This photo is from my film days, and every time I come across it, it captures my imagination…which is funny because I happened to be there.…
read between the lines, inside letters of the law. shapes of empty space?
So, my wonderful son is studying in Japan. We video chat a few times a week and oftentimes he enjoys wowing me with his triumphs in statistical and demographic…
I already feel bad. I haven’t even sold it yet, but the decision is made. It needs a better home…one where it gets to play more. I have my share…
It was dark when I came out of the theater. When I walk alone in nyc, especially at night, I am alone with a few million others. It’s a soft…
It felt like a black & white day in nyc. Like you would give almost anything for a drop of sunshine and shelter from a relentless late winter wind. I…
Proud of my Dad, today. Having left behind his old Royal Typewriter, and then muddling through decades with old-dog institutional PC’s, yesterday he sat down in front of his new…
We weren’t yet at the 14,000 summit of Mauna Kea, but the drama of being on an isolated black sand beach at sea level just a couple of hours before…
My intrepid uncle and aunt are avid hikers. We visited them at their place in the San Juans, and went for several nice little walks. I know they went easy…
A few years ago, strolling the village with awesome daughter Meg, I devised a mission for myself. I would use my little Canon point ‘n shoot…and shoot-from-the-hip…only. The results…
As my black Nissan sits there, encrusted in road salt…in the flat pasty light that is the precursor to this afternoons approaching snowstorm…something about polished chrome and a Summer…
The old port on Dubai Creek is like a movie set from Indiana Jones, but very real. A hive of commerce from dawn to dusk, the men come from countries…
Lean against the gale. Our time being shapes all things. A portrait’s terrain.
Sometimes you notice the mathematical beauty of a curve. We wandered the remote area of this boat restoration yard in Newport, and the lines came together.
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. -T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”…
Last year, New Years Eve, we had all come from different parts of the country to make some needed repairs to the house that my brother and I grew…
Shot during decent of Waipio Valley Road.
See those rocks? Those…right there in the reflection of the sunset. See the tiny people? It was too beautiful to move from this spot. So for a long time, I…
Think what you want (usually a good start)… but the midwest is not known for being progressive. Our heartland functions more like our national values time capsule…our anchor. For many…
It had a distinctly old world feel about it. We had caught up with these two, and as we followed them, it was clear that they were walking together.…
Actually, it was a Barn Tour. That’s a “thing” here in Bucks County. But I kept finding classics of the auto variety. It is a great, and terrible, thing,…
Yes…we saw the Lincoln movie…and it was pretty awesome. I grew up in Illinois, so I have seen his log cabin…the stump where he split logs…his house in Springfield…his outhouse…
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Springtime in New York City with friends is good. We had a great day and I brought home a few images. In spite of our frequent stops for “sustenance” we…