My annual tribute to the colors of the farmers’ market. In New England buying local is something that lasts only from July to October. After that we have to rely on our root cellars as well as dried, salted, and pickled produce.
Teenager dives and flips in Lake Winnepesauke, New Hampshire.
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In late May the White Mountain National Forest is bright green, wet, and beautiful. If you are lucky enough to visit on a cool and cloudy day, the black flies will be asleep in the mud, allowing you to fully enjoy the high streams and spring flowers. Painted Trillium are among my favorites at this time of year.
Fishing boat on the lift at Gloucester Marine Railways. Oldest continuously used shipyard in America
The Great Blizzard of 2013 has left us with plenty of streets, cars, and driveways still to dig out. Seaside homes on Boston’s south shore suffered the worst damage, as the ocean invaded basements and filled streets with sand and debris. Yet, after days of dire predictions, announcements from the Governor, reporters standing in harm’s way, and meteorologists swirling in advanced graphics, on the day after the storm
I had the pleasure of photographing a company picnic this week at Community Rowing on The Charles River in Newton, MA.
Birdsfoot Trefoil along the banks of the Ipswich River, North Reading, MA
On a perfect spring morning in the fishing village of Rockport on Cape Ann, Massachusetts, just a few lobster boats are moored in the calm harbor.
In the 1970’s I was a volunteer deckhand, folksinger, and event organizer on sloop Clearwater. This photograph was made during one of many short sails on the Hudson River and New York Harbor.