A Photographer's Journal

WEEK FIFTY-TWO: BLOOD MOON REFLECTIONS

I am most definitely late with this post. The muse departed promptly on my birthday, the official end of my 52-week project, catching me...

Oct 11, 20153 min read

I was walking up a steep road along the side of a lush green mountain. There was light fog and the road glistened from a sporadic...

Sep 13, 20152 min read

Its scent is magical, and elegant, and its flavor unique in all the world. And I can think of no color in nature that rivals that of the...

Sep 7, 20151 min read

Last Saturday, we hiked a trail in Indian Rocks Park, one of many trails in the protected Appalachian woods near our summer home in the...

Aug 30, 20151 min read

When I was in high school, I liked two subjects more than any others – biology and art. It follows, then, that the educational highlight...

Aug 20, 20151 min read

This photograph, made in Georgia in late June, has the distinct feel of autumn to me. It is an illusion, of course; the rich reds are...

Aug 13, 20151 min read