Diary

Note. The following photos were taken at PGA National Resort commissioned by Salamander Collection and...

I am proud—no, fucking proud—of Shannon, Emma, and Audrey. Flesh of my flesh. Bone of...

I edited another batch of them this morning. Twenty photos. Maybe more. I’ll probably post...

Hopefully, by now, you know that—for many of us who live and breathe this craft—life...

Today was weird. That’s the only honest way to start this. Weird in that sort...

Every time I sit down to edit my photographs, I’m reminded that photography isn’t just...

I’ve been making portraits my whole adult life. That’s thousands upon thousands of faces—young, old,...

All my closest friends keep badgering me: “Dude, you’re a fucking photographer—where the hell are...

As a career educator in photography, I see it everywhere. All skill levels, all ages,...

Throughout my photography career—which now stretches over five decades—I’ve proudly shot with a dozen reputable...

During the stint of Mark Carlson’s time with Star Clippers Cruise Line, from 1999 to...

I’ve never been drawn to the spiritual or metaphysical idea of the “Third Eye.” You...