The Museum of Hunting and Nature in Paris

Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature During my visit to this inimitable and fascinating museum, one of the featured artists being exhibited turned out to be Walton Ford. He's a painter whose work I first became acquainted with on an episode of ART 21 on PBS, maybe a decade or so ago. At first… Continue reading The Museum of Hunting and Nature in Paris

A wander toward Red Hook

A few photographs from an early evening Sunday wander in Brooklyn. I clocked seven and a half miles that day, half of them in a mild drizzle. (I'd hoped to beat nighttime to the waterfront, but did't manage it.)

More moody Brugge, from the camera

I shoot empty streets, cities without people. It's not a strictly conscious thing; I think it's that I don't want anything in the shot to ruin things, and you know how people tend to go around ruining things. Wait! That's not a very optimistic worldview. I don't really mean it. (Well, a little. People make things… Continue reading More moody Brugge, from the camera

Day-to-day or ordinary magic that has no good and fitting name

Magic. Mundane, day-to-day moments where we laugh, feel some joy— share it and it reverberates. Increased joy. As they say, a candle loses nothing in lighting another candle.

Printed acquisitions from the trip abroad

Traveling, I almost only buy printed things, as they take up little space and are odd moments of history— lasting, and sometimes inexplicable relics. I found a bin of beautiful old family (and otherwise) crests in an antique books and prints shop in Amsterdam that Tineke took me to. Also, this old post card and photo. Below are… Continue reading Printed acquisitions from the trip abroad

A few selects from the iphone— Paris

Two days of sun in Paris in winter meant nice light for shooting photos.

A few selects from the iphone— Brugge

Some photos from my 18 hours in Brugges, Flanders

A few selects from the camera— Paris

Here are some more images from the trip; most of these are from the Saturday afternoon we were in Paris— my twelve miles of walking day. The sun came out in the afternoon and it felt like Spring. More color photos after the jump.

The candidates, loosely, in watercolor

Watched the Democratic debate last night, live, on an actual television— while it was happening! (I usually watch next day on my computer machine.) Did a hasty little study of each candidate for fun, for levity.