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For as long as my memory stretches I have seen movies and television shows set at the Grand Canyon. I have seen countless photographs full of color, shadows and light shot by world-class photographers. I have read about the mule trains and the meandering Colorado River. I have flown over this enormous (more…)

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Late morning I arrived on the northbound train at Penn Station. The goal was to wander wherever and take photos. I walked the Highline to from 30th St. to 14th St., then meandered (cause that what I was doing, serious meandering) through the gentrified old meat packing district and West Village. Here and there I took some lackluster shots. But the day was gorgeous, temps in the low 80’s with (more…)

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Hightstown is not a “destination” place. There are no cool clubs, organic hot spots, or large green spaces to draw the young and hip. There are no theaters, high end retailers, or Michelin rated restaurants to lure the comfortably wealthy. There are no (more…)

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Frenchtown

Frenchtown hugs the Delaware River about 23 miles north of where George Washington crossed on that bitter Christmas night, 12 miles west of the courthouse where the Lindbergh baby kidnapping trial was held, and a million miles away from the American pastime of tearing down a fascinating past to replace it with a graceless present. A faint musty bouquet kicks up every now and then, no doubt thanks to (more…)

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Posted: March 26, 2014 in Photography
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Weequahic Park - Newark, New Jersey (1939)

Weequahic Park – Newark, New Jersey – 1939

Photographs created using film possess a wonderful mystique. Perhaps because film is firmly, unshakably rooted in the past and isn’t that one of the great lures of many photographs, a glimpse into the past? But unlike their born digital siblings photographs with film origins must always first assume (more…)

Blair Hall at dusk

Blair Hall at dusk

Poor planning combined with ungodly Friday evening traffic, that’s what it was. After a light supper-type meal at a diner to the north, the lovely Ms. Trask and I headed back south. We blasted past the homestead, cruising straight into Princeton which is as fine a place as any to wander in these parts. Especially on a temperate May evening. Especially in search of (more…)

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Dorothy Parker drank here.