At one time I belonged to a community that met each summer in Maine. It was kind of like a summer camp, and yet not at all. It was a community of families that had met for a month together each in summer in Maine for several generations, dating back to the early 20th century. … More Hymn Sing
Time and time and time again. Is there no end?
It’s hard to really describe how much things have changed in the last 4-5 years, and how much pain has come with it all. In 2015 I went back to Denver to make some photographs for a project I had going on. I went back to Denver to visit my family and escape some problems … More Pictures and Tears
There is a poem by William Stafford that has meant a great deal to me for years (undoubtably it’s been posted on these pages before). I first read it in one of my favorite books by Robert Adams, Listening to the River. I read the poem at my father’s funeral, and it came up again years … More Ask Me
Back in April or May of this year, I received an email through my website. It was from a photographer in Novi Sad, Serbia. My partner thought it was a scam, but the email invited me to come and visit the Academy of Arts in Novi Sad. I responded to the email. There was so … More Chance Encounters
Yesterday I went to Rochester to participate in an Asian Studies conference at RIT. I went to share a bit about work in Indonesia. The whole experience at the conference turned out to be kind of soul crushing. I went to the space designated for my panel a little early, to check and make sure … More Stumbling and Bumbling Along