Calcutta Rickshaw Wallah
One of Calcutta's ubiquitous rickshaw wallahs, or puller, rests for a few moments in the city's stifling heat while a devotee puts the finishing touches on his family's pandal, in…
One of Calcutta's ubiquitous rickshaw wallahs, or puller, rests for a few moments in the city's stifling heat while a devotee puts the finishing touches on his family's pandal, in…
“The Fish Shacks of Pine Island Sound,” my latest folio, is a collection of fourteen images of the few remaining historic fish shacks in Pine Island Sound. I have been…
Late afternoon and the sun is getting lower, the shadows longer. Giraffes of all sizes are peaceably browsing the acacia trees though aware of our presence. We must linger; the setting demands it.The immensity of the Serengeti and knowing that life here has changed little in millions of years is humbling. As idyllic a moment as I can recall.
As much a state of mind as an actual place, Pine Island is Old Florida at its best and where I call home. This fair sized island along Southwest Florida's…
Two very cool dudes are hanging out on a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon. Can't help but wonder what their story is. What are they up to, what are they thinking?…
In the middle of nowhere following the railroad tracks. Heading west across Louisiana surrounded by untold acres of sugar cane. Miles and miles of lonesome road interspersed with beauty and…
Recently, I had taken photos of the stainless steel facade on the exterior of the Tampa Art Museum. The facade consisted of large panels with a perfectly symmetrical pattern of…
Young school children peer through the open window of their classroom. Their eyes are wide with wonder and curiosity at these light skinned strangers wandering around their campus. These kids, and they are the lucky ones...
Our road trips take longer than they used to. Whenever possible we travel the back roads, the blue highways, the roads less traveled. While America’s interstate highways are efficient, they are also predictable and boring. But there is a lot of mystery and history to be discovered on the roads less traveled. Recently, while exploring the swamps and marshes of coastal South Carolina, we learned of the ruins of a pre-Revolutionary War church. After more research and reading we found out there are actually five such church ruins tucked away in these backwaters and all but forgotten.
A small cabin, shaded by a hundred year old live oak, at the edge of a Louisiana bayou. Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it…