Footfalls
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. Burnt Norton, The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot. I…
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. Burnt Norton, The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot. I…
I know I've written the story of this morning earlier, but it's really the most relevant and interesting thing I have to say about this image: it was New Year's…
Walking along River Street in Hoboken, I came across this subtle bit of neon advertising for Hoboken Cigars, and was immediately drawn to its studied, understated cool. You can see…
Walton Street is a short, two-block stretch in downtown Syracuse with a lot of restored buildings and pretty shops, but that is not what I chose to shoot that morning.…
Sometimes what I do in the field is a mystery to me. I photographed this scene twice in immediate succession. For the second image I widened my zoom by 2…