SOUTH KENT CONNECTICUT – Art at a friend’s gallery: Beverly Pepper’s sculpture hovers like a mastodon’s pelvis, blurring the line between weight and weightlessness, presence and absence.
Looking back ten years to India: veiled in tradition and wrapped in embroidered warmth, a mother and child sit, a testament to resilience, tenderness, and the weight of history. Day 1939 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – Precision meets patience as the sous vide bath transforms an ordinary rack of lamb into something sublime: low and slow isn’t just a mantra but a science.
Day 5591 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
India on this day exactly ten years ago: stacks of carpets and tapestries press in from every angle, while a merchant moves with practiced ease, navigating a space where commerce and craftsmanship have intertwined for centuries. Day 1938 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WASHINGTON CONNECTICUT – The frozen Lake Waramaug carves a path through the hills of Litchfield County.
Day 5590 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back to India on this day exactly ten years ago. Day 1937 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – We’ve got heavy fog today – great for photography as it simplifies compostions.
Day 5589 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 11 years to a big sky in Antigua. Day 1571 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – Birches. Running on empty.
Day 5588 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back exactly 16 years to the Moab Utah town hall.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – Here we are with a sunset over a frozen Lake Waramaug.
Day 5587 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back to Joshua Tree National Park on this day exactly 16 years ago. A year before the start of my one photograph every day journey.
MANHATTAN – The back alley of our building here.
Day 5586 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back exactly 16 years to Utah, shot in infrared. A year before the start of my one photograph every day journey.
