Growing up under a roof…
Same as always. My parents visited this weekend. It is still weird for my parents to come stay at “my” house. Instead of me growing up in theirs. Stay tuned……
Same as always. My parents visited this weekend. It is still weird for my parents to come stay at “my” house. Instead of me growing up in theirs. Stay tuned……
Patching a tire in Haiti. D said once, after having experienced the joys of bathing in a river: “Everything just takes so much longer to do here.” But close to…
I am no stranger to making photos of religious “things.” Be it a baptism, religious charity work, festivals, or just “in church” time. And not just Christian, either. Look back…
Family Day at my church is one of those Easter Sunday kind of days. When everybody comes out of the woodwork to get there. College kids get home from university,…
“I don’t care how poor a man is; if he has family, he’s rich.” ~M*A*S*H Family reunions don’t normal strike a chord with most people as the highlight of the…
Today I visited an unusual situation. Though, not because it is actually “not typical” all over the world – yes, even in the States – but because I had never…
Certain days begin to take on themes. It doesn’t always happen, but some days go much further than others. Today’s images take on a certain symmetry. Lines and forms. Shapes…
Just a few more photographs from San Quintin… First thing in the morning… . This would turn out to be a full day in the clinics. . . Fitting glasses……
After viewing many of these photographs that follow, you will hardly believe that they were taken the same day, before and after the story in the previous blog post. .…
Where is San Quintin? Somewhere in that tail off Mexico. There’s pretty much one paved road and the rest of it is sparsely populated, it never rains, unnaturally cold year…
Who are these people? Who grows up here in this movie set? Who goes to school all their young lives walking these streets? Who sees this every day, the common…
The news is going wild with threats of snow… we’re all waiting with anxious squeals to find out if it will, in fact, snow at all. 13 inches? I might…