What makes a camera treasured? Often, it was owned by a family member. Or it may simply become an invaluable part of a photographer’s arsenal. This beautiful, tank-like, Canon V...
This cute little building was the fraternity house on the college campus that made me whole. But it’s also where I survived my most terrifying “paranormal” experienc...
Yes, I confess. I’m a “Windmill Hog.” I learned this sad truth when Kate and I took a tour of the Rhine and Mosel Rivers in August, 2005. One of our first stops was the windmil...
When Part 2 of this three-part series went online, reader Stephen Meese made a comment that said it all:
"Wait, you experimented with a different film format, AND shot without...
Few people, I think, would doubt Venice’s beauty. But when Kate and I visited just before Covid closed Italy in 2019, I also noticed a bit of the city’s darker side.
As we st...
Between 1998 and 2012, Kate and I visited Rome four times. And one of her priorities was always to see the inside of the church of Sant'Agnese in Agone on the Piazza Navona.
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She was a living painting hanging above a gloomy stone staircase. A bit of sexual theater.
This anonymous sex worker, erotic dancer, or model earned her daily bread quietly c...
Memories are weird. Some fly out of one's head and into oblivion as quickly as they form. Some stay longer, but frequently morph with the years. Others remain burned-in for a li...