Diary

I have a confession to make. One I didn’t see coming. One that, frankly, kind...

I’ve had a camera in my hands since 1975. That’s half a century, give or...

I was thinking about my mom today. Not in the melancholy, grief-stained kind of way—but...

Blue is a complicated, even contradictory color. It lives in the sky, deep in the...

The longer I do photography, the more I’m convinced: simple is better. Not just cleaner,...

When I look back at my earliest years as a photographer, I see a young...

Part 5 of 5 in a Portraiture Series from Cuba Sometimes what makes a portrait...

Part 4 of 5 in a Portraiture Series from Cuba There’s a subtle shift that...

Everyday—almost without fail—I throw a leg over my bike and begin a 90-minute loop around...

Part 3 of 5 in a Portraiture Series from Cuba If the spine carries emotion...

Part 2 of 5 in a Portraiture Series from Cuba There’s a moment—when you’re shooting...

Part 1 of 5 in a Portraiture Series from Cuba Let me start with something...