I’ve enjoyed digging back into my early digital archives to again see photographs I made on two trips to Iqaluit, Nunavut in the late fall of 2002 and 2003. The…
Somehow it feels appropriate to share these three images today, one a hard rock and two Morning glory flowers. One is hard and common and, for all intents and…
I have always enjoyed travelling near and far. For years many of my days “in the office” were spent enjoying the view out an airplane window of some amazing part…
Today is the artists’ reception for the opening of Listening to Rocks. If you are able, I hope you will join us for this opportunity not only to talk with…
Where?! Just a plane ride north to Baffin Island is the small city of Iqaluit. It is the government center of the immense Canadian territory, and it is surrounded by…
From the outside, it was “just” a rock. Inside? Split by some huge road machine and left for no one (or anyone who walked by) to appreciate, it became an…
The water was cold, I remember, but not so cold that I would pass up seeing the stones along the base of the bedrock cliff at a better angle so…
Words like “timeless” fail to capture the sense I have being in one of the many abandoned granite quarries of Central Vermont. The calm water reflects a reality that is…
One of the gifts of the many road cuts that come along with road improvements is being able to see the insides of rocks, places never seen before or only…
Winter often comes to the Arctic in small steps with new falling snow and temperatures cold enough to form ice as clear indicators of its imminent arrival. This formation of…
Still Learning To See 