A Photographer's Journal

WEEK TWENTY-EIGHT: IS IT REALLY STEALING?

One of the modern markers of spring, most anywhere, is the appearance of waves and waves of flowers at one’s local garden center. They...

WEEK TWENTY-SEVEN: HEDONISM

Like most everyone else, I love the beach – especially along the Atlantic Ocean. On windy days, with a wind from the east, the waves are...

WEEK TWENTY-SIX: WEARIN’ OF THE GREEN

When you have tritanomaly, blue often looks green. You observe enough raised eyebrows and you lose confidence in your ability to tell...

WEEK TWENTY-FIVE: FOG AND PALMS

If I ever leave Florida again, I think what I would miss most is the Sabal Palm, known to some as the Cabbage Palm. Admittedly, there are...

WEEK TWENTY-FOUR: THE FLEA MARKET

I stopped in front of a nondescript booth, my attention drawn by an old clarinet resting in its frayed case. A long-put-aside memory...

WEEK TWENTY-THREE: REDFISH HOLE

Redfish Hole is not exactly what it seems. Yes, it is a popular fishing spots for locals, but it is really about so much more than...