Often, when I’m out making photographs in rural Central Vermont, I think about what things used to be like. What sounds and smells were there? What wasn’t there that is…
So many lives have been affected by this storm. Seeing Lower Manhattan, seemingly distant like this, reminds me that being in crisis is the norm for too many of our…
This time of year the leaves of Red Oak (Quercus rubra)—brown and some still green—are rich and gorgeous.
The Fall sky is often astonishingly beautiful. I love to see the trees, branches now revealed, reaching up into the evening clouds of Fall color.
…November is not the spectacle that October is, and it always sweeps me away with its simple beauty. The bare branches and inky skies, the small bursts of color, mostly…
Late fall brings certain colors that I don’t see throughout the rest of the year. One of these is the odd shade of blue found in the flowers of Monkshood (Aconitum).…
Having just been in the City, my thoughts are with all those who are dealing with this storm. At times like this, as Liz reminded me this morning when sharing…
I find it easy to see the city through a viewfinder, isolating abstractions both to eliminate the unwanted and to accentuate what I see in and among the built clutter.…
If the remarkable plantings are not enough of a delight on the High Line, the views of the neighborhoods and buildings are! Here’s proof.
Back in Vermont to more unbelievably gorgeous weather. I find one of the best things about traveling is returning home. Perhaps second best is having memories of where I just…
Still Learning To See 