Hot Rod Reflections
A beautifully customized, albeit narcissistic, hot rod admires itself in its own vanity mirror. The tear drop shaped back seat window is reflected in the side view mirror. Fuzzy Dice hanging from…
A beautifully customized, albeit narcissistic, hot rod admires itself in its own vanity mirror. The tear drop shaped back seat window is reflected in the side view mirror. Fuzzy Dice hanging from…
For most of us, it is difficult to watch a person being used as a beast of burden pulling another person and their belongings. It seems inhumane, all the more…
“If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do, is to save every day ’til eternity passes away just to spend them with you.” -…
It was cold, rainy, and almost dark when we arrived at the Vishram Ghat in the ancient city of Mathura. I managed two shots and then back through the crowded…
Jake, with his Sunday Post: Arrangement, inspired me to do something I have been putting off for several months, create and photograph a still life image of a dried arrangement…
I travel in order to photograph where I have been and, conversely, photography is my reason to travel. But photographing the people I encounter along the way is the most…
In keeping with the rural India theme from my last post I offer a few more images from our walkabout in some rural northern Indian villages. This lady, in typical…
Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. Robert Frost Traveling, as I…