On a domestic diplomatic assignment for the past two years, I could see my fellow citizens in the same light as abroad, equally beguiling, and I often thirsted to capture and share my slant on people and events.
In northeast Brazil, after some setbacks and challenges, I achieve some fine additions to two of my fine arts series.
A long drive through distant regions of Brazil yields many friendships, important photos – and a lesson I’ll not soon forget.
At a remote town in Eastern Spain, I confront the dual challenges of medium-format photography and soggy but painful missiles.
A conscientious photographer strives to improve a situation, by communicating the intrinsic value of their efforts.
M𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡; 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡.
– a final spectacle in the waning days of hippydom – The national media was buzzing and the nectar that summer of 1972...