Although I regularly participated in Gay Pride Parades from 1990 until 2007, my husband and I got out of the habit of marching in later years as parenthood claimed more and more...
After a crisis involving a family member earlier this month, I found myself withdrawing to the darkroom, churning out prints at a breakneck pace. At first, this seemed perfectly...
When it comes to our cabin in New York’s Hudson Valley, my family and I have become fair-weather friends. Having wisely put illusions about learning winter sports behind u...
This photo is from my first roll with a new camera, a 1985 Hasselblad SWC/M that just arrived here last week. Given my love for my Rolleiflex, I have long been curious about how...
My 1958 Rolleiflex 3.5F, my most-used camera, recently came back from Georgia-based technician Peter Jiang after a thorough rehabilitation. For a camera I’ve relied on since 201...
I. Observing On a trip to the world’s busiest museum last fall, my husband and I were rudely jostled by a determined fellow museum-goer, a middle-aged Parisienne who shuffled fr...
One of the joys of living in a city like New York is its abundance of creative artists, many of whom also devote some portion of their time to teaching. So it is with the subjec...
A recent spring vacation in Europe with our daughter ended in sadness with the death, back home, of our beloved dog Milo at age 14. He had been gradually failing over the past m...