I started a blog back about 7-8 years ago. It was my way of sharing how I look at things, sometimes directly, sometimes less so. Now I'm integrating it with my web site. Smart... Perhaps you'll find it interesting. If so, read on.

A bit late

April 21, 2017  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

The energy I have to put into shooting has been pretty well consumed by the book I've just finished for Desmond. He's going to be three soon and I'm following up my opus on construction equipment with another volume on trains and buses. So forgive me if I reach back to the dark times to find an image to include here - I've not shot much other than Desmond and the things he likes to look at.

The edge of Jamaica Pond is always interesting, especially this area, by the "beach." And I remember the day. It was calm and cold and clear, the sort of day that seems sharp enough to cut. Just a dusting of snow on the ground and no ice on the Pond so it wasn't very cold. Yet to my eye, this speaks of that cold and generally dark time. 

Now, as the leaves are opening, it's a bit incongruous to look at this scene. Perhaps that's a good thing!

Did you notice?

April 09, 2017  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

I walked toward these tracks with my brother, thinking it would serve as a useful shot in a book I'm beginning to work on. The geometry was right, even if the ties were old and in need of repair. These weren't working tracks, I didn't think. So their condition was less of an issue. 

But as I got closer, I realized there was little here to draw the eye, other than the obvious recession into the distance. A bit hackneyed, I suppose. Yet there I was with an intention and a camera. So I took the shot. And here it is, recording a gray, early spring morning, fog lifting, buds still hiding. 

Tree in snow

March 15, 2017  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

The walk to the Pond takes us across the site of the Hancock Mansion, long fallen into decay and removed, sadly, from this place. What is left, surrounding that flat and empty mere lawn, are several ancient sycamore trees. They must have been particularly majestic when the mansion was lived in. They are so close to where the building was that one can imagine climbing out a window onto a huge white and gray tree limb.

It's hard for me to see the trees without imagining a lived-in mansion, visible only in my mind's eye. Yet in some respects I can appreciate the trees better without the house present, especially as it was in its last several decades when the graffiti obscured the graceful proportions of the place. 

I have the same internal conversation every time I walk past this place. What a wonder and a blessing that it has transformed into a very different kind of special place. Let us all hope to be as flexible.

Thawing on a cold day

February 20, 2017  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

Coming upon among the coldest days of the season in early March is surprising at best and demoralizing at worst. My patience for cold weather is getting tried earlier in the season each year and now when the wind cuts through my warmest layers, I am reminded of the colder days I lived through years ago. Small comfort, I know.

So I've made myself go outside on those cold days, go out bundled up so that I face whatever the cold blusters my way. And I remember this image from the warmer days of last week. The ice was beginning to thaw and the sky was gray. What a contrast to the cold we sit in now and the brilliant, clear skies.

Today, in the warmest part of the day, I will venture out, yet again bundled, and see what I can see. I know that no matter what there's something to learn and see out there.

The pleasure of winter

February 01, 2017  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

It’s about borders, boundaries, that’s why I pay attention to the shoreline, to the edge where the water and the earth touch. In winter that edge is ambiguous as snow hides where one begins and the other ends. After a lackluster snowfall, there is a stronger distinction between areas of water and of ice. Undulating lines of melting ice or freezing water confuse their boundaries and create a complex image, if we are looking carefully. What predominates is texture and contrast rather than color. Color is easy and in its absence we are forced to rely on less familiar cues. And anything that causes me - helps me - to look more carefully is a blessing.

The pleasures of winter…

Plants in death

January 13, 2017  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

Walking in the garden at this time of year is often a revelation. I am rarely ready for the range of interesting sights that sit there, ignored in this inhospitable time. In fact, it usually takes an effort for me to go there, so unlikely a place is it for visual stimulation in January. Often I go simply to accompany my lover as she gathered some sage or other hardy herb from the remaining plants.

Not so this time. I'm not sure what changed my attitude. Perhaps I recalled the several sweet shots I've taken, usually close-ups of plants both robust and decaying. Perhaps it was that I was tired and the garden was close. Or perhaps I'm remembering the dignity and beauty of dying plants. 

This tumble-down impossibly random assemblage greeted me, waited for me and my camera. I did nothing. That's what I love about these shots - when they work well, I've done nothing other than be in the right place at the right time.


January 02, 2017  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

Would that most evaluations in the real world were as simple as this seems to suggest. And, of course, it doesn't allow for the possibility of being both good AND broken. 

Enjoy the new year!

Resistance and healing

November 10, 2016  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

Went for a walk in the Arboretum, up Peter's Hill. It was an attempt to put my attention on something other than this massive national tragedy that faces us, this self-inflicted 9/11. This was not to deny or cover over what is happening, but to help me remember that there is still goodness and beauty in the world and to strengthen my resolve to resist the normalization of evil and to fight to retain our values and the gains of the past eight years.

I am buoyed by thoughts of my beloved family and the many friends and counselors who play such an important role in keeping me connected to what's most real, important, and true in my life...

I wish rest, calm, and peace to everyone as we sort out our role in minimizing the damage to our lives and our world in the coming time.

A special place

October 30, 2016  •  Leave a Comment


Windy island in Jamaica Pond, 2016

This place is not hidden. Most of my special places are off the path, far from crowds, making them seem hidden and special, mine. But not this one, far from it. Just beyond the beach at Jamaica Pond, the stone embankment, no longer the shoreline, creates a space for these trees, which to me seem to be yearning for the water.

I've been here with my camera before. In early spring I first saw this scene - it does look a bit like a stage to me - when the trees were devoid of leaves and there was less color in the land. Oddly, when I passed by today and took this shot, I didn't initially notice that it was the same place. The leaves with their soft blaze of color transformed the area sufficiently that it seemed new to me.

So maybe I'm wrong when I say this place isn't hidden. Ah, well, what matter! The pleasure is in finding the shift of seasons making familiar places new.