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...
My photographic archive, viewed from a certain altitude, resembles nothing more than a collection of rectangles and squares. The rectangles come from my 35mm cameras, while the ...
One of my fondest early memories as a New Yorker was a blizzard in the mid-1990s that brought the metropolis to a halt. My future husband and I were out with friends at a play a...
In the company of my friend and fellow 35mmc conspirator Scott Ferguson, I returned to Coney Island on January 1 for the 123rd Annual New Year’s Day Polar Bear Plunge. Sco...
There are moments when I ask myself why I bother shooting these old film cameras. Often that question comes when I’m exasperated or discouraged. Maybe the color on a batch...
Winter Sunlight, NYC, 2025. Rolleiflex 2.8F, Zeiss Planar f2.8, light yellow filter. Tri-X 400. This post is the final installment of a four-way conversation between Scott Fergu...