No matter the season I spend a fair bit of time on streams with my camera. I look for the texture of the water, especially the ripples, and…
On December 1, 2011 I began this blog with a post about walking in Hubbard Park on a cold crisp morning and seeing new ice forming. For most of the first year I…
Early morning light, a bit of a breeze and a few reeds in the foreground. Nothing more—but a little magic.
Narcissus may have gotten into trouble watching himself reflected in the water but I tend to watch other things, like clouds and trees, hopefully less problematic than my ego. I…
Still Learning To See 