A Photographer's Journal

It’s an unfamiliar and solitary plant that I found among the dunes on our local beach, and it is probably missed by regular beach-goers...

Fresh snow deadens worldly sound, leaving only a hushed peace. It brightens the darkness, softens and hides distracting details and gives...

And yet, in spite of all that beloved bustle, my only photographic record of a full week spent in the heart of mid-town, cheek by jowl...

I have been there only once and for just a week. It had always been on a someday list for me – not a bucket list task necessarily, but a...

I have a history of making dead-of-winter treks to spots best known for their popularity with summer crowds.  Years ago, Peter and I...

We all have them, I suppose. My grown niece is attached to a one-eared stuffed rabbit by the name of Bunny, hers since she was a toddler....