Fine Art Photographer
Mystic Ct. June 2012
Conn College Spilt Milk 1996
Tacoma July 2019
Newport R.I. 1981 Cruising Edition The Providence Eagle
Centralia Train Station Door
Studio Abstract Figure Willimantic 2000
Saturday morning Truda’s Kids Dance class The Hartford Conservatory early 1980’s
Summer Jam Walkins Glen 1973. Two Parachutists float down sadly this one landed on power lines.
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Friday 9/6/19 Olympia Farmers Market seeking Walla Walla. Finding Highlights.
A gathering of health and beauty #Rising River Farm.
The joy of the Olympia Farmers Market in one image. As Everett and Tara wait for a free piece of Watermelon.
Up the Street above my head.
July 10th Tacoma
From a very short walk Sept. 5th seasons change color fades.
A flower at Davids Sept. 4th.
Saturday August 30th Inara and I go for a walk. Across the street is a Crab Apple Tree. Oh grandpa those look great! Can I pick one to eat? A few minutes of selection, shape, color many are viewed but one is chosen. We continue to walk, I want to eat it. Okay you can. Grandpa we should wash it? I doubt it was sprayed. No grandpa we should wash it. We will stroll to North Street and go home to wash the apple. We continue up the street. Every twenty feet or so as we check out things along the way it’s I really want to eat it, go ahead, no we should wash it. As we head back it becomes grandpa I could literally eat it now! The urgency of the planned delight grows our pace quickens. Finally back the tiny apple washed we sit she nibbles the tart apple. Argh grandpa a worm!! I told you it wasn’t sprayed. I get that look we laugh.
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Out the door my eyes become the rectangle.
It is the light and how you use it, not the camera or film, it is the archer not the arrow.
Spring delicate, fertile full of promise. Just me and the light, ” You are living a reality
I left years ago It quite nearly killed me” [Crosby, Stills, and Nash]
CSN rolls through my mind a verse sung quietly as I stroll. Suite: Judy Blues Eyes a time of youth and promise a time for love.
I visited her today. Spring youth promise and love. Today there is a breeze.
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