My father once appointed me the “official family vacation photographer,” a role I took more seriously than anyone expected. By the mid-1980s I had already spent more than fifteen years walking through the world with a camera—at work, on the road, in cities, farms, factories, and quiet corners of everyday life. This short reflection, written around 1985, was an attempt to understand why photography had become not just something I did, but a way of seeing and living.
Editor’s note: This profile originally appeared in First Coast Senior Living on October 6, 2025. The article was written as part of a feature on creative lives in St. Augustine and Northeast Florida.
A short reflection on the boundary between realism and invention in painting—and how works like The Weight of Memories move between observation and imagination.
A satirical piece written in 1970 after a miserable family vacation to Disney World—long before I eventually moved to Florida.
Reflections from five days photographing Waycross, Georgia—a small railroad town wrestling with economic decline, quiet resilience, and the deeper rhythms of life far from the big-city rush.
A photo-essay on Italy.
A short reflection that led to a small video experiment—asking what must change in our attitudes and actions if we hope to mend what feels like America’s heart problem.
A photograph made near Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris during the 2016 U.S. presidential campaign, where political posters unexpectedly fracture the timeless calm of the historic scene.
A reflection on the act of photography—how a single click of the shutter carries a lifetime of experience, instinct, and attention behind it.
