Show Me the Rust, and I’m There
Once shiny and new, and now rusted and old, these relics from the past hold me in their thrall.
Once shiny and new, and now rusted and old, these relics from the past hold me in their thrall.
Photography excels at capturing contrasts—between dark and light, shadow and bright, death and life.
A life lost, a photograph found but words, not. Some days are just that: wordless.
What does a photograph mean to me? To you? Photographs, like all art, elicit our emotions and our reactions, and the connections that we make with them. What touches me (because it has the value of my experience) may not be what moves the collector (you), who’ll be living with the art every day. When […]
One thing leads to another on a hunt for a lobster roll in Maine—where you can find pearls before lobster and study the lost art of cursive, too.
In Terlingua, Texas, a tiny ghost town along the Mexico border, an historic cemetery serves as a monument to former miners felled by harsh working conditions.