Road Trips
A week left at home and I’m soaking up every moment. By the way the only reason I give you my thinking process is to perhaps help some of you who may be interested in the narrative process I use to do books and for magazine assignments. To help you think of your own …
Nicol is looking at the mess on one of my work tables and rather than deal with trying to explain to her this organizational nightmare she must fix, I resort to just making this iPhone shot. My randomly sequenced press proof sheets from my Rio book “Based on a True Story” are tacked to …
This is a small section of the jumbled mess of stuff that sits on the narrow mantle over my fireplace. I never actually placed anything on it in any particular order nor for any particular reason. Things just ended up there. My whole decorating scheme is no decorating scheme. No theme. Random. But whatever …
Sand fence. Jockeys Ridge State Park. May 17, 2016. Spring storm. Yes, I travel . I’m now ready to roll on an Italian adventure. Yet I’m always shooting at home as well. I lead a modest lifestyle but I am luckily bordered with this state park which is effectively my front yard. I even …
Oh my one of those spring days and family and friends gather for a sunset drink at the Nags Head Fishing Pier. Sweet Lyla of course the main reason I’m shooting. She tends to dominate every situation. As it should be. This stuff just flys by way to fast. Just can’t quite grab it. …
I live in a surfers town. If the surf is up, you can call the fire department and they will show up. But forget getting your roof repaired until the surf dies. Everybody is out. It’s an unwritten rule here. Surfing rules. I like this idea. Hell I can get my roof fixed later. …
Crazy stuff happens on my street in the outer banks. Things I just can’t see in New York. This is a race between the roller derby team and the old Vespa team. A springtime race between the girls and the boys. Who do you think won? Roller Derby ladies left to right Blazin Cajun …
This is my last in the series from Tangier Island, Va. ’73. I thanked them then and I thank them now the warm hearted Tangiermen and their families. The story set me off on a career at NatGeo and subsequently all over the world photographing a wide variety of people and customs. Yet nothing …
