Wanderings

What follows is an essay I wrote in preparation for a photography demonstration I gave at a local arts festival.  The festival was held on July 9, 2011.  All information contained in the article is current as of today (July 11, 2011).  With consumer electronics, and perhaps especially with digital cameras, information goes out of date quickly.  Hopefully, my article will be of some use in the near term and of at least passing interest beyond that. (more…)

It’s New Year’s Eve.  While I’m waiting for Linda to get ready for our evening’s visit with friends, I have time to write a brief post. (more…)

It’s always good to have a fall-back objective when out to photograph wildlife, just in case the wildlife has other ideas.  Covered bridges are predictable in their habits and make excellent alternative subjects. (more…)

A pleasant late-summer afternoon bicycle ride takes an unexpected turn. (more…)

In the spring of 2005, Linda and I made our first extended trip to Florida. What follows is my trip log entry for Thursday, May 5. We were getting our first intoxicating experience in wildlife photography and just beginning to explore places we’ve gotten quite familiar with since. (more…)

This is the second part of my series of essays relating our recent adventures away from our western Massachusetts home. These essays are my selfish attempt to relive our travel experiences in order to pass the increasingly cold, dark days, as I await our next journey. If they provide some entertainment for you too, that’s a bonus. (more…)

I’ve come to live for our travels, biding time in between, working to pay our bills and finance our adventures. Writing about our trips helps me to relive the adventure during the in-between times. This is the first of a series relating our recent experiences. (more…)

This is an article I wrote for a small publication in my area.  Although it’s written about the Pioneer Valley of Massachusetts, the trend described is a national phenomenon and most of the conclusions apply no matter where you live. (more…)

Waxing poetic on a sunny late winter afternoon. (more…)

Remembering a warm July afternoon on a cold February day. (more…)