Thursday, January 31, 2013

Winter blues? Try this:

get out under the sky, ski towards the horizon with wet snow glazing your cheeks and the trees leaning close to the little flame of your warmth.

Friday, January 18, 2013

After a long day at work,

a persimmon in the fruit aisle, 
a soft cross between a flower and a robin's breast. 
I placed it in my palm and couldn't let it go.
But oh, the acerbic pucker-- 
the bitterness of that first bite.

Monday, January 14, 2013


Diane Arbus's dictum that "a photograph is a secret about a secret."

Friday, January 4, 2013

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Painters have always known

about the power and mystery of a subject emerging from darkness (think of Whistler's yearning portraits in the Frick), and it occurs to me that those same moments happen in our lives with one another---the casual words that allow a person to move forward into our line of sight, gradually revealing them as separate from the dark surround. I think I like taking photographs of people more than anything else for the heady combination of enigma and accessibility that occurs: this reminds me that we can never know another completely. And that is a great thing. Like living next door to a wilderness.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

These winter roses

seemed like postcards from another climate as I walked through the east winds today.