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...
In May 2020, word went out that gangs of Baltimore Orioles had invaded Massachusetts. Fresh citrus is one of the birds’ favorite treats, and as you see, I strung a chunk of mand...
Before Kate and I went to Paris in 2010, a good friend visited one of my digital-infrared exhibits and-- the following Christmas-- gave me a Nikon CoolPix 990 that he’d converte...
Obviously, this is a “One Nundred Minapools” monetary note from the “Republic of Mars.” It bears a beautifully wrought likeness of the planet’s “Capable Leader” (in a typically ...
Like the hearty souls who hunt and fish, most photographers can probably tell a story or two about “the ones that got away.” Loss can happen for any number of reasons:
Not ha...
Though I grew up in Ohio, I’d never heard of the town of Mesopotamia. It’s on state routes 87 and 534, near Ohio’s “Mosquito Creek Wilderness” (which I also hadn’t heard of). No...
Part 1 of this three-part mini-series detailed how I converted a lovely little Kodak Flash Bantam camera to shoot half-frame images. It was fun and (more-or-less) easier than ex...