The Escape
This morning, I headed out to the country to photograph nature before the sun turned up the heat. It was early. The sun had not had a...
A Mere Ripple
In June of 1909, a mere 111 years ago, my grandfather was 16 years old. These images were taken in Dallas, Georgia, years before he would...
It Rained Tonight
Tonight it rained. It was a gentle rain the kind with thunder that is far away and only gives a growl instead of a bark. Like someone...
In a Timely Manner
Today, I look at the Laurel Oak which decorates my front yard and it towers over my head and my one-story brick house. But, in 1996 this...
Cardinals in the Grape Vine
A few weeks ago, as I neared my Concord grape vines to check their health and the development of grapes for the summer harvest, I flushed...
Earth Tones
As I watched the last ferry leave Cape Lookout off the coast of North Carolina last year and the last of the day tourists headed back to...
Learning to Breathe - Hickory Hill
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Breakfast in my Backyard
I awoke to the melody of a Cardinal calling. In my semi-awake, semi-asleep state, I could picture the beautiful red bird atop the dogwood...
Behind the Eyes of Joe
When I see wild places developed this is what goes through my mind: Behind the Eyes of Joe On a day like any other, a beautiful baby was...
The Season of Color
It is the season of color. Like the last hurrah of a fireworks display when all the stops are pulled and the crowd watches with faces...
