As I recap the summer I’m bringing up an old poem of mine, one that is even more appropriate today as it was when I wrote it 2 years ago. The words, “My beloved Summer full of new and strange adventures” bring all kinds of new meanings now. This last
I just love the long and soft shadows that envelope the house on bright, sunny mornings because the shadows project interesting illustrations onto the walls in a burst of reds, oranges, yellows and blues. The soothing light breaks the routine of making school lunches and waking up bleary-eyed children because
As anybody close to me knows, I’m not a morning person and most definitely on the weekends. So when I decided one cold day to get up early and get downtown before the sunrise to take pictures on a Saturday morning, I thought there might be something wrong with me.