Friday, October 7, 2016


Sometimes, when I am driving around in the fall, the sky will light up with fiery clouds and fierce winds. The night I saw this, I was returning home from a portrait shoot. I had photographed cheese making at work earlier in the day, then headed right out for a portrait session after getting home. By the time our session ran out of daylight, I figured I was done for the day. Midway home I passed this open valley... not five miles from my house... and the clouds were just beginning to race across the sunset. Five minutes later and the sky was pale grey purple and the sun was long below the horizon.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Fall Color Begins

Early morning color

Thanks to my commute, I am usually walking to catch the bus as the sun comes up. Lately the sky has had some fantastic color happening.

One of the things I have learned from this summer's drought is that without regular rain, clouds are almost non-existant. This year, the last "normal" rain we had was back in April. After a very dry winter, we had an incredibly dry spring followed by extreme drought all summer.

Without clouds sunsets and sunrise color tends to be extremely bland. I don't think I ever really appreciated summer storms quite this way before. Here's hoping that now that the Autumn switch has been flipped we might see some deep fall rains.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Memorial Day Weekend in NYC

Summertime and the Living is Sweaty

Lodi Point on Seneca Lake, Fuji XT1, 12mm Zeiss f/2.8

Not nearly enough swimming this summer. I have only been in the lake twice. Too hot to swim? Never thought I would think so... but this summer the water hasn't brought much relief. You get out of the nice cool water and the sweating starts before you've toweled dry. Ugh.

My friend Carrie was here from Chicago with her friend Jari (from Finland) last week. We hiked up and down Treman Gorge a few times in the evening and again in the morning, trying to capture the falls in just the right light.

Jari had the coolest travel tripod. Folded down into almost nothing. He used it non-stop to create long exposure images. I can't wait to see what he created once he gets home and can post images on FB.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

My Birthday Fast Approaches

Martin at about 1-2 yrs old

When I was about eleven or twelve, we lived in a house in Hialeah that previously was owned by my dad's Aunt Teddie and Uncle Irving. The first house I grew up in was only a few blocks away from the huge municipal city pool, Milander Pool. Having a pool in the backyard was a completely different thing! This pool party was probably back in 1983-84, if I had to guess. 

 For the past few weeks, I have been scanning my old family photos. The bulk of them have been stored in the old "magnetic" photo albums with adhesive pages. I guess if you stored photographs in a bucket of rusty nails filled with water you might have a worse method of preserving those memories. Trying to get the images un-stuck from the adhesive has been a big pain in the neck. Scanning hasn't been without its frustrations. I am struggling to get decent saturation in the image while also dealing with dust specks and fingerprints and image degradation.

My dad with the neighbor kids including Sondra and Sue Jean and Lee Ho.
Having a pool meant that almost any birthday was cause for a pool party. Since the majority of the kids I knew were on the swimming team, it sort of made sense. I don't know if I ever saw one of my fellow Seahorses on a bike... but by god, I saw them in every Speedo they owned. Every weekend from May through October, if there wasn't a swim meet, we were likely celebrating someone's birthday. Most of us ended up with bleached hair and webs between our fingers and toes.

Friday, April 1, 2016

My Grandfather

Trying to write about my grandfather is difficult. He was one of those larger-than-life characters. He served as a Marine in World War II in the Pacific Theater on an amphibious tank. He spent most of his life in the western states (WY, ND, SD, MT, CO). At one point he owned a business which installed power lines, bringing electricity to very remote areas of the west. His later years were spent living off the grid, outside Cody WY, high above the Shoshone River.

 This is my grandfather and my aunt Melanie. Not sure where though.

 This image is of my uncle Eddie and my grandfather. Heading off to go hiking somewhere.

This image is of my uncle Jack, his wife, my aunt Lou, and my grandfather. These three hiked, fished and camped all over the Yellowstone area wilderness. The stories aunt Lou used to tell about being charged by moose or having their camp raided by bears... incredible! And yes, those staples in the photo are really there... my mom stapled these photos into the album pages.

Both my mother and my aunt Melanie were interested in pottery (it was the 60s after all)... so after looking at a photograph in a magazine, my grandfather built two of them. He even created a way to use a motor from a dryer as a drive motor for the wheel. He had never actually seen a kickwheel up close, but that didn't stop him from making one.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Winter Has Come and Gone

Taughannock Falls, March 2016

Most years, at the end of March, the trail to the base of the Taughannock Falls is littered with ice falls and giant icicles hanging from the highest overhanging rocks. The trail usually has pockets of deep hardened snow. This year Spring arrived early. The trails are clear, upper and lower. There are precious few icicles anywhere in the gorge at this point. In the image above, the snow patch on the right will be gone in a day or two. Spring is most certainly early this year.