A Photographer's Journal

WEEK THIRTY-FOUR: SACRED GROUND

A kayak is the best way to get up close to the low-lying cedar and palm forest that is defined by our river, the Homosassa. This wood is...

WEEK THIRTY-THREE: CARPE DIEM

For the most part, flowers strike me as happily receptive. They are open to the universe and ready to meet the day regardless of what it...

WEEK THIRTY-TWO: MY LEFT BRAIN

I found a dewy spider’s web, hidden and protected under the boughs of a tree and softly back-lit by the rising sun. I was surprised –...

WEEK THIRTY-ONE: FEAR

As I peered through my viewfinder and telephoto lens to make this image, I felt my pulse quicken. I was looking into this gator’s eyes. ...

WEEK THIRTY: THE SINGULARITY OF THREE

These three barn owls that live at a local wildlife park drew my immediate attention. I think it was their collective gesture, the...

WEEK TWENTY-NINE: THE SEASON

It is Easter Weekend and here in Florida it is the peak of “the season”. That is the term for the perfect storm that happens when all of...