Many photographers love abstract photography. And why not? Subjects are everywhere and almost demand capture. In fact, you may well have your own favorite subjects that you can’...
One of my favorite artists is the paradoxical Giorgio Morandi. Born in Bologna, Italy in 1890 he became one of the 20th Century’s hardest artists to classify. He was exposed at ...
During a brief period of unemployment more than 20 years ago, I offered my untrained photographic services to my sister-in-law Nancy. She was a leading realtor in Coldwell-Banke...
This article’s title is, I think, appropriate. I shot the photo as our Lufthansa Airbus 340 winged its way from Boston to Italy (via Frankfurt) last May. Jetting east like that ...
Last May, Kate and I enjoyed a two-week trip through Italy’s spectacular Lake Region– just south of the snowy Dolomites at the Austro-Swiss borders. And at 11:44 on the mo...
In an unforgivable moment of weakness, I once tried to sell this lovely Yashica Lynx-14 on "the 'Bay.” Don’t know what came over me. I’ve always loved low-light pictures and the...
No, I’m not talking about me. Though I have been accused!
This story’s about lichen-- a YinYang symbiosis of two organisms:
A fungus that harvests minerals for both from t...
In my personal urban dictionary, a “plainclothes angel” is someone whose life crosses yours usually once, and for a short time. But they still have an out-sized impact on your f...