The places I return to when there’s no client and no deadline — lakes, mountains, and the small things worth a macro lens.
The Passumpsic River, East Branch, near Burke, Vermont.
Upper Saranac Lake and Dial, in the High Peaks, Adirondacks, New York.
A trip to Big Millinocket Lake, Greenville, Maine.
Two hours from the nearest town, driving down the Golden Road, you arrive at Big Eddie — a favorite fly-fishing and rafting destination deep in Maine’s woods.
An hour and a half down a dirt road, you arrive at Fourth Debsconeag Lake in Piscataquis County, Maine, which is part of a 36,000-acre wilderness preserve. Hummingbirds at the feeder, a bird in flight at sunset, and the lake itself at dusk.
A city I once called home, seen empty during the 2020 shutdown and quiet again from the harbor at dusk.
Walking around Manhattan during the pandemic was like visiting another planet, especially for someone who once lived there — empty streets, shuttered shops, and an eerily quiet Grand Central Terminal.
Crossing the Hudson River, the Space Shuttle Enterprise appeared in front of our ferry on its final trip to the U.S.S. Intrepid Museum.
A farmers market community and a man warming himself by a fire, photographed the same season — a reminder of how unevenly housing, healthcare, and stability are shared.
Lighter frames from further afield — Niagara Falls, and a sunset guitar set in Turks and Caicos.
