She saw me swimming in the full tide from the living room window. The sun was going down and she had her pajamas on. When one is three years old, bedtime on a summer’s night often looks like daytime.
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Every Day Not Every Other
Some days I go out to shoot at the very last minute.
Daylight is fading. I have a window of perhaps 20 minutes. I think about not going. I just shot some beautiful sunset photographs yesterday, I say to myself. … Read the rest
No, it’s not Montana
No, this is not Montana. This is where I live. A commuter town to Boston. An old mill town. People want to live here for its access to Boston, to malls, to a major interstate.
I want to live here … Read the rest