Since taking up photography, I have tried to see as much of the art as practicable. Most recently, I visited Hillwood in Washington, D.C., the primary estate of the late Marjori...
“Why are you carrying the camera,” asked my colleague the curmudgeon. We were having lunch around the corner from the school. He in fact is much nicer than he pretends to be, an...
The highlight of the sesquicentennial celebration of the transcontinental railroad for me was meeting an amateur photographer toting his vintage field camera. I was honored to b...
If anyone had doubts about it, the comparison of digital photography and film photography presents a compelling argument for the norms of private property and the capitalist mar...
I recently took two tours that revealed different philosophies about how we look at the world around us. At the Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia, there are no title cards for t...
My photos fail to tell a story. I was talking to an NYU professor of photography, among other subjects, who is expert in teaching his students to tell a story. He allows them ei...
I do not aspire to be a professional photographer. I shoot maybe three rolls of film per week and another couple hundred images digitally in that same period, which likely would...
I received a compliment about my photos that illustrates how much digital technologies have become the norm. I had emailed a few images to a friend. “Photos you sent are fantast...