Echoes Through the Frame While writing about my recurring dream, those moving photographs that lived on sheets of paper, stirring with...

For years, I had a recurring dream. I would find myself flipping through old photographs, scenes from childhood, fragments of home, but...

Lately, I've been receiving photo messages from my other half, sun-drenched scenes from Sydney where koalas lounge lazily in the crooks...

I have been obsessed with green lately. Not in the way of emerald rings or St. Patrick’s parades, but in an unconscious, gnawing kind of...

February was never my month, until it was. A month of anniversaries, a birthday, and Valentine’s Day, February has quietly turned into a...

The raw, primal essence of the wilderness emerges as coyotes' nocturnal howls pierce the stillness of Marshfield's coastal nights, their...

The urban landscape dissolves into streams of color and movement, where synthetic light and shadow intertwine to create a heightened,...