I give a lot of thought to why I take the pictures I take, and the only consistent answer I come up with is that something catches my...

Much was changing in the village of Antonchico as it entered the last two decades of the nineteenth century. By then, the town boasted of...

The word "tradition" literally means to hand over for safekeeping. I always thought of my grandmother as the keeper of the traditions,...

Two people gaze at a photograph--an open door to an empty room, a pair of shoes under the corner of an iron bedstead, a stack of...

There is a mission church at the edge of the village, on the road to the main highway almost dead center between Vaughn and Santa Rosa....

The building stands alone now, surrounded by a barbed wire fence from which even the laziest of sheep could escape. Beyond it the pasture...

My next assignment for the workshop, Photography to Get to Know Yourself, is called Inventory. Using photography, we're to inventory...

Sally Mann has said that "part of the artists job is to make the commonplace singular, to project a different interpretation onto the...

Knowledge and courage, like pearls cast before swine, should not be wasted on those who cannot or will not appreciate it. In my book, The...

Prague Orloj, Old Town Hall, Czech Republic, 2012 Translated this means "the memories" and is from Giacomo Leopardi's poem of this name...

Cut Glass Decanter, Hernando, Florida, 2020 "What artists say about their own work is compelling because it tells us something about what...

"The public, as whole, finds reassurance in longevity, and, after the necessary interlude of reaction, is disposed to recognise extreme...

Chelsie reviewed The Rose and the Whip on her site Reading is My Remedy at https://readingismyremedy.wordpress.com/ yesterday. She is...

Thanks to Patty for today’s awesome review of The Rose and the Whip at https://bookscookslooks.com/. In her honor, I’m sharing a recipe...

From under the tutelage of a past fading perhaps, but never lost From out of a mirror we step On wobbling feet, walk ahead Seeing...

In my second novel, one of the themes I'm working with is seeing the past for what it is. Not truth, as truth exists only as long as the...

House of Seven Gables, Salem, Massachusetts, October 2004 I found Lidia Wardell through her brother-in-law, Samuel Wardwell, the younger...

Time stops the instant we fail to see the pain and the beauty suchlike A week ago, this clock chimed for the first time, perhaps in my...

I've been thinking about legacies as the central theme of my next novel. The legacy as a physical representation of a family heritage,...

We can find a spot of color in an otherwise bleak world; we can imagine a better day, near or far, when a spark can light up a picture;...