Diary

I’m an artist. I live, right or wrong, squarely and firmly, on the emotional side...

Since February 18, 2011, 7.02 am, on the powder-soft, pink-sand, turquoise-waters of the famous Crane...

Yesterday was a mental health day-all glorious day long. Ahhhh. I wanted to be alone,...

Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act-I, Scene-III, Lines 78-82 I keep wondering why so many of us, even...

You can purchase photographic hardware. You can’t purchase photographic heartware. Hardware is the machine part....

It’s near impossible for me not to be uncontrollably giddy and gushy about my photography...

I was born on January 3, 1954, at 9.10 pm, at the Cape Cod Hospital...

Shooting exclusively, with my iPhone camera, for me, at this stage and state of my...

I’m a pretty even-tempered dude. I don’t yell or scream. I rarely raise my voice-except...

A few days back, through the marvel of Zoom technology, I delivered a germane keynote...

I’m sure not many here, if any, have thought much, at all, about the mystery,...

As much as I dream about escaping city life, I’m pretty sure I could never...