It’s a sleepy evening, so let’s keep it simple. Here are a few photos from a trip we took to New Mexico this past May. I’m going to post and run. See you dreamland!
El Santuario de Chimayo is enveloped in legend and folklore. As a result, many refer to it as Lourdes of America. Approximately 300,000 folks pilgrimage to it every year for various reasons. Whatever your beliefs, there is no denying this lovely church rests in a magnificent natural setting. (Chimayo, NM) (more…)
My friend Tracey crafts wonderful scarves, cowls, neck warmers, and baby hats, among other goodies. She recently asked if the lovely Ms. Trask and the effervescent Red would consent to modeling a selection of her hand-knitted cowls and, if in the process, I could photograph them for (more…)
Beauty fades, or so they claim. It slowly melts away leaving nothing more than a bittersweet memory. While attitudes about what constitutes beauty change with the times, the belief its existence is always a temporary phenomenon remains prevalent. This mindset is fixated on the new, the young and, occasionally, the different. It often dismisses (more…)
It amazes me what some people can produce when they photograph in New York City. It takes a certain kind of genius to capture little moments in a city larger than life in such a way that makes the viewer react on a purely gut level. With their photos you can literally feel the sights and sounds of a particular (more…)
I love sushi.
Before I discovered I loved sushi I hated sushi. This was curious considering I had never eaten it. Generally I consider myself an open-minded person. Yet when it came to this particular Japanese delight my mind slammed shut tighter than Scrooge’s wallet. It’s a belief I stuck with for a long time for the silliest of reasons: an imagined reaction. I imagined once a piece of sushi hit my mouth I would (more…)
Digging into the archives for a few last glimpses of summer sensations…
These photos were taken in August 2009 and August 2010 on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, in and around the town of Corolla. I hope they fill you with warmth as we head deeper into autumn.
All week I’ve meant to get out after work and take advantage of this gorgeous late afternoon autumn light. For whatever reasons, it didn’t come to pass until today when Red and I scooted over to a local park before the sun sank below the tree line. This park contains a wonderful rose garden which is quite a feast of sight and scent when in full bloom. By October many of the roses are gone and those which remain are (more…)
Sparta, NJ
New Jersey has always had an image problem, to put it mildly. I suppose it has gotten worse over the past several years with the rash of television shows which reinforce every negative stereotype about the state. But that’s okay. We’re used to being misperceived, misunderstood, and misdemeanored. When many people consider you nothing more than a necessary evil to endure on a trip from New York to Philadelphia these things happen. And why anyone would make the trip in (more…)
I came across this photo in a box filled with old prints and negatives. I completely forgot it existed until I stumbled upon it. I don’t know the circumstances around it. I don’t know where or when it was shot, although I’m pretty confident it was sometime in the 1960’s. I don’t know who the man sitting in the chair is, but I do know the man leaning into the room. He was my dad’s friend, John. He had a long surname with lots of consonants. I only knew him as (more…)
When I’m tooling around with a camera it’s pretty tough to catch Red in an unguarded moment. She has a sixth, seventh and eighth sense which alerts her when I’m pointing my camera in her direction. The result? She assumes a variety of amusing (if quite affected) poses. She’s perfected the gang sign pose, the incredulous pose, the cheesy smile pose, the pouty pose and a several others which I can’t rightly describe. The countless stockpiled photos of her demoing these various “looks” are, of course, precious to me. However, the photos which I most treasure are (more…)
Trask Avenue 