Son Day

We send our kids away for weeks – only to drink them in for a day.

About A Curl

Drenched, late afternoon.

Red Glare

Explosive sky over the golf green.  Happy Independence Day to all.

Drift Away

Some wore nervous smiles, others held tightly to Pillow Pets. Ours climbed aboard without hesitation, dutifully looking back. This summer experience has been a full year in the making, the buildup intense. We searched for his wave through darkened glass. The bus cruised out of sight, setting us adrift in its wake of fumes.

Voyeuristically Yours

I'd be lying if I said I didn't dig the access. If you invite me into your life I'll surely accept. Photographing on the sly doesn't work for me and the camera's my all-access pass. I love to peek. There's only one catch – I need you to know I'm there, taking you in.

 With thanks and love to my friend Robin Gottlieb.