Series

The Looking Glass of Water

Is the glass half empty or half full? It is clear to me that the answer is as it has always been and always will be

both .........

Voyage of Discovery

We are all on our own voyage of discovery - finding our own purpose and method. 

Inspired by the short story "Finding", by Joanne Dugan

Somehow we began and ended in a place we didn't know before

Trust was what we needed most to learn

Suddenly the voices started

Each thing became a guide

The world took a deep breath as it spoke,

And wisdom was born just by looking.

Originally published in "To Music & Other Short Stories", 1991

 

Post Trespass

The boats surrounding the Kensico Reservoir have been a consistent subject of mine for the past four years.  These represent some of my first "legal" images - taken after obtaining the proper permit to be there.  Which was, of course, precipitated by coming out of the woods after a shooting session to two police cars around my car, and a third on its way.  A trespassing ticket ensued but I was cleared of all charges paying only "court costs".  A relatively small price to pay for the story.

Continuing in the footsteps of Alfred

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In 2015 I created my first photographic conceptual project, "In The Footsteps of Alfred" to mild acclaim in my own mind. The premise was easy enough -- photograph in and around four principal locations in New a York City where Alfred Stieglitz may have also photographed from.  These are locations I continually find myself returning to.

While my original series was shot with digital, Stieglitz used a 4x5 Graflex as his "hand camera".  I have started retracing my own footsteps shooting in formats closer to his.

Tenuous Connections

It happens all over the world -- Leaves grow on trees, turn beautiful colors, and then fall.  And then, of course, it happens all over again.

In Bryant Park in December, it’s the part where the trees have dropped their leaves onto the sidewalk, stairs, and the little green tables and chairs that adorn the park.

Leaves grow up isolated to leaves from other trees.When a leaf falls, however, it is up to the fates where they land - who they interact with.  Their connections to other leaves are tenuous at best.

Please note - this is NOT the story of the ten year old boy burning a leaf with the sun and a magnifying glass.  It could have been, but it’s not.

This is a modern day romance.....