She said meet her at the stairs. Meet after the bars closed, after the last street wanderers slipped away into the night.
She said meet her at the stairs. Meet at the only place in this pitiful excuse of a city that reminds her of that romantic European spot, the place it started all those years ago.
She said (more…)
Radio City Music Hall
If you ever get the chance to go to New York City during the Christmas season make an effort to see the Christmas Spectacular at Radio City Music Hall. Having grown up within 10 miles of the City I was lucky enough to attend this extravaganza several times as a kid. Generally, a Christmas movie would be shown followed by (more…)
old carousel house
When I was a kid my family would occasionally splurge and spend a few days and nights in Asbury Park, once a thriving New Jersey beach resort. Nowadays Asbury Park is best known as the town where Bruce Springsteen earned his musical chops. In reality he played ferociously up and down the Jersey shore in those days, but thanks in large part to (more…)
At 1:15 a.m. the streets all look the same. She took the glass offered by…what was his name? Ken? Carl? It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was she was drinking a Cosmo while riding in a limo through Manhattan on her 21st birthday. The world outside passed like disjointed scenes from a movie.
She felt bad ditching her friends at the club, but (more…)
When the words stubbornly refuse to tumble forth it’s time to whip out some photos.
As previously mentioned England is a photographer’s dream. Here’s another selection of shots taken over the past year or so during two separate visits to this lovely country. Enjoy!
Red prancing in front of the massive Ribblehead viaduct in North Yorkshire
Among the items my aunt left to the family when she died in 1982 was a small, leather bound ringed notebook simply titled “Family Data”. Over the years she researched and (more…)
The concept of traveling to the past within one’s own life intrigues many people. Possible motivations are limited only by the scope of their experiences. Perhaps it’s a chance for redemption, to not repeat those foolish things which let a special person drift away. Perhaps it’s to avoid a traumatic event, to stay home during that wild blizzard rather than (more…)
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…)
Trask Avenue 