Talking Pictures

When my husband and I were expecting our first child, we were elated at the thought of "showing her the world." During my pregnancy, I promised myself that we'd not be the type of parents who left our child at home while we went out and experienced life. There is so much in the world to see, and it is our responsibility to make sure she is a part of that.

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While traveling in northern Oregon on a hot summer day in 1987, I came upon an old, mostly abandoned community called Flora. It had very few die-hard residents left. On a neglected section of property, with waist-high grass, I spotted an old abandoned car I wanted to photograph. I decided to stop and ask permission at a shabby house nearby. An elderly lady in a sunhat appeared at...

While I have never been very good at the game, in fact I haven’t played since I was a child, there is a place in the heart of every Canadian for the game of hockey. And while watching the professionals is entertaining, two boys playing one-on-one on a frozen lake brings back memories of the days of outdoor rinks, frozen dugouts and lakes, and simpler times.

This particular...

I first saw a post card of this park in the city where my wife is from, Ekaterinburg, Russia. When I finally got to visit this park on our vacation in July 2002, it made me feel even more at peace, like I was home again in a place I have never been, but...

Blissful

Enjoying the writing of poetry as well as the craft of photography, I wrote the following poem to accompany this picture of my...

The Y of the convergence of the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers separates Maryland, Virginia, and West Virginia. On the West Virginia side is the historic town of Harpers Ferry where the abolitionist John Brown raided the US Armory in 1859. Across the Potomac on the Maryland side is the Chesapeake & Ohio Canal (built in 1850) and its towpath. Late on a fall day two friends and I...

In the fall of 2001, I went to Florence, Italy, to study Fine Arts. With my first camera, the Nikon N60, in hand I went out to explore the city that would be my home for the next six months. I soon noticed that the city of Florence had a million stories just waiting to be told. Listening to the sounds of the motor scooters buzzing around the streets and the infectious giggles from...