Diary

I remember well, growing up in Reading, my parents asking me at the Saturday morning...

As a photographer who’s spent most of my career on high-seas cruises, I was curious...

This will be the last post on Mardi Gras content, 2025. I just can’t help...

How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home, like a...

The first Mardi Gras I ever attended was Tuesday, March 6, 1973. I was a...

I don’t know of a photographer who has shot more doors than me. Over the...

There are so many things in life, so many, that you can get completely wound...

One of the unexpected gifts of living alone—at least for a creative like me—is the...

There are so many things in life we do out of routine, habit, or necessity....

When you hear the word “covenant,” you might instinctively place it within the realm of...

Yes, of course, I see the world through my own eyes—just like everyone else does....

I have traveled my whole adult life. I have seen and experienced, gratefully and humbly,...