This morning I wandered down to the State Pier in Gloucester, MA with a camera and one lens, hoping to find some photographs of fishermen. I spoke to one lobsterman who said that it hardly pays to go out these days.
Along with swimming in a clear New England pond or the chilly Atlantic the other great joy of summer is fresh veggies. I never miss the summer harvest at Verrill Farm in Concord, MA where my favorite crops include the sweetest corn, most buttery potatoes, and most colorful and diverse tomatoes to be found in the Boston area.
I have the utmost respect for workers who risk their necks to build and maintain homes and offices for the rest of us. This was a beautiful day in Wakefield, MA to be doing just about anything.
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.
From a shoot at the Burbank Y, Reading, Massachusetts today.
Cape Ann’s jagged coast and its fishing and sailing heritage, continue to inspire my camera and my soul. Recently, I’ve been exploring boat-building shops, looking for examples of traditional handiwork. Marine architect and boatbuilder Harold Burnham is currently building the pinky schooner Ardelle.
I grew up in New York City and in my teens and twenties I loved the diverse and ever-changing collection of street performers who played in Central Park. Then, I photographed musicians with a twin-lens Rolliflex and today with a digital Nikon. Regardless of the photographic format the music still thrives.
This timeless view of the John W. Weeks Bridge caught my eye today during a heavy March rain. Seen from the Boston bank of the Charles River, the bridge is the only river crossing exclusively for pedestrians.
Ice climbers in the White Mountain National Forest and the frozen Swift River – scenes from a winter day in New Hampshire