Those are my toes. You can barely see them in the black and white photo, but they’re there, lacquered toes camouflaged against the pale stones in the clear blue of the Atlantic Ocean. The water was warm, and, even at 8 a.m. in the morning, the sun was beating down on my head, reminding me […]Read More Meet me in Miami
In the waning twilight days of the year, I will try to push a few entries out to capture some of the wanderings that have occupied most of my life this year. While my blog (as infrequently as it is updated), is primarily photography-based, my hope is that some of what is taken away is […]Read More A day of art and museums (NYC)
There are some books that are written out of order– they start somewhere in the middle and piece together the various strands of the story into a woven tapestry of scenes, pictures, and images. Not every moment is recorded, and not every scene is explained, but it all becomes one cohesive whole at the end […]Read More New York, New York (in BW)
These are my brothers. We hang out. We have a good time. We look alike. Our favorite pastime is sending awkwardly close-up selfies to each other in group texts. The one on the left is older. The one on the right is younger. I’m the oldest. The youngest just turned 21. So they came to […]Read More O Brother, Where Art Thou?
James Turrell is a master of light. … We went to the de Young in San Francisco to check out the Ed Ruscha exhibit a couple months ago. We had tickets to see the museum, too, and we were excited to explore properly. A friend of mine was married at the de Young years ago, […]Read More James Turrell: “we are dwellers at the bottom of the ocean of air.”
From a technical, Western standpoint, summer is still here. The autumn equinox isn’t occurring for another seven days. A week. Yet it already feels like fall. The days are crisp, and the everything feels fragile and delicate. I grow melancholy in the evenings as the shadows grow long too soon. Long days shorten. Nights grow […]Read More Last Summer Hurrah (in Napa, CA)
I think it’s the 79th anniversary of Golden Gate Bridge. Happy birthday, dude. You rock. Keep on going. This used to be my view every. Single. Day. I miss it. It probably still could be my view, if I didn’t mind paying an arm, a leg, and my firstborn (and possibly my second) in order […]Read More Climbing a Mountain (Figuratively)