Calle de Bailén, Palacio Real de Madrid, España, 2025 Tim Carpenter spoke recently about our consciousness thinking ourselves into the past, and into the future, thinking ourselves into other places and times while all the while our bodies are stuck in the present. (The MOOD Podcast, Matt Jacob, "Your Body Decides the Photograph Before You Do--Photographer Tim Carpenter, E119, 11 Jun 26) Among the many things to unpack in this discussion (of which I just might talk about at a

Glasgow, 2025 There are two events that keep me from publishing a photograph or work of digital art: First, it has to keep drawing me back to it, like I can't get it out of my mind. And second, I have to find some poem or quote that captures the essence or feeling the image invokes in me. Sometimes, I'll look at an image a dozen or more times, over the course of as many days or even weeks, only to decide it doesn't consume me as I had originally thought. Sometimes, I'll decid

Glasgow, 2025 It's interesting how an image can draw you in (out?) and in searching for the meaning, the reason perhaps that this image captured my attention, I find a connection to something else equally as compelling. In this case, I found a poem called Remembrance Day by Marion Angus, a Scottish poet, forerunner of a Scottish Renaissance in the inter-war period marking a transition from the lowland language tradition of Robert Burns to the modernists like Hugh MacDiarmid

Building Under Construction, View from the Scottish Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh, November 2025 I arrived in Edinburgh to a cold and rainy day. I was in the beginning throes of a cold, and my trip was winding down. I had to ride the train from Glasgow to Edinburgh, a trip of about one and half hours. Despite the weather, the city was teeming with people. There was no chance I'd get to take pictures without catching someone at some point, so I decided to loo

Las Palmas, Gran Canaria (2025) One day while I was walking the streets of Las Palmas in Gran Canaria with a group of other artists, I happened to notice one who would stop periodically, point her camera up, into the sun, at the edge of a non-descript building. I asked her what she could possibly be photographing. She just smiled and carried on. While we were taking a break at a local café, she pulled out her camera and scrolled through the pictures she had taken to show exac

Palacio Real Madrid, España, 2025 Every morning, before launching into the work for the day, I would search the internet for a new quote,...

My great grandfather William Theodore Grund, called Billy for all of his adult life, started working in 1893 at age 15, as a clerk...

Honfleur, France (2024) It's been more than a year since I created this image. And still I keep returning to it. Edward William Cooke...

I give a lot of thought to why I take the pictures I take, and the only consistent answer I come up with is that something catches my...

The cart and the horse, harnessed as he is to ensure only the person with the reins is in control of his movements, stand ready. As you...

Yes, friends, I am still here! I've been thinking about this one for awhile and am just now finding the space and time to put it to...

Much was changing in the village of Antonchico as it entered the last two decades of the nineteenth century. By then, the town boasted of...

The word "tradition" literally means to hand over for safekeeping. I always thought of my grandmother as the keeper of the traditions,...

Two people gaze at a photograph--an open door to an empty room, a pair of shoes under the corner of an iron bedstead, a stack of...

If the first thing that comes to mind when you see Fantastic Beasts is the film series spin-off prequel of the Harry Potter novels and...

Let me be honest upfront--this is not a new photo. In fact, if you go back through my blogs you'll see this same guy pop up in 2020. It...

Book two of my animal portrait book project. According to Merriam-Webster, an animal is any of a kingdom of living things including...

My grandson's first birthday is coming up, and I thought, there isn't anything that children like more than animals and bright colors....

There is a mission church at the edge of the village, on the road to the main highway almost dead center between Vaughn and Santa Rosa....

"If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced." Vincent van Gogh