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...