A Photographic Sage

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Someth...

   I love photographing hands...hands at work, hands at rest.  Hands reveal so much.  This is a hand project that has been rumbling aroun...

   Borderlands are especially important in Celtic Spirituality.  The place where two ways of being touch are deemed sacred.  Edges, betwe...

   In her wonderful blog, 365 Days of Inspiration , Kim Manley Ort wrote about the 1K Photographic Blogging Challenge.   Can you prove th...

   When I first entered the Harvard Art Museums lobby, I was transfixed by the stairwell and spent quite a bit of time photographing the ...

   On my recent trip into Cambridge, I felt like such a tourist!  I'd lived in the city for 2 years after I graduated from Harvard bu...

        Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of their hearts. - Rumi    I am asked countless times, "Ho...

We are our choices. - J.P. Sartre    I have been making, for me, a lot of astounding choices recently.  The pond has not only in...

   With the first snowfall comes not only beauty but photographic possibilities.  Photographing snow is not easy, well, at least I don...

   I love photographing hands at work.  This photograph is one of my favorites; it is from the First Person Rural series I complete a few...

   I was rummaging around in a cupboard in my studio recently and came across an old steel box filled with my Grandfather's collectio...

When our eyes are graced with wonder, the world reveals its wonders to us. There are people who see only dullness in the world and that i...

   I leave for the St. Joseph Abbey in Spencer, Massachusetts today.  It is my first monastic retreat since staying at Gethsemani Abbey i...

   The lake was enveloped in a rolling fog bank.  It soften the landscape and imbued the water with lovely tints of blue and mauve.  I lo...

   Thoreau called a pond the "earth's eyes" which reflects the many moods of Nature.  I've come to appreciate this even...

Class of 1938   This is a very personal project for me but I feel that there are immense contemplative possibilities in revisiting o...

   I have always been drawn to photographing sculptures in the landscape...old cemeteries being a favorite haunt of mine (pardon the pun!...

The Poetry of Place:  Reflections from the Edge of the Pond   I had decided to take a sabbatical from the blog for the month of July...

An insight from my Walden Wood walk. . .the camera becomes more than a means to record our vision; it becomes a means to help clarify ...

   My first exhibit was called Up Close and Far Away and comprised my black and white images of the Outer Hebrides made in 2005.  I'...