Author: Woody

WARREN CONNECTICUT – It’s very cold here: the sun pierces the rhododendron’s cold-wilted leaves, casting fragile shadows on the snow, a fleeting triumph over winter.  I’ve posted this after the fact as I have caught up with the image.

Day 5570 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back 13 years: a solitary figure strides past an ornate facade on Carnegie Hill, where the promise of “museum quality” frames contrasts with the quiet wear of urban life. Day 821 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

LITCHFIELD CONNECTICUT –  I’m reposting this two weeks after January 11.  Bill submits to the clippers with dignity, while the barber, tattooed and intent, shapes time itself in this small-town ritual.

Day 5569 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back 12 years to the view from from the 83rd floor of 432 Park Avenue. Manhattan sprawls like a luminous tapestry. Day 1188 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

WARREN CONNECTICUT – Angled shadows slice across the mid-century modern commode, blending geometry and light in a quiet morning.

Day 5568 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back exactly 22 years to snow-laden peaks towering over Telluride CO, their jagged ridges etched against the sky, a reminder of nature’s permanence and our fleeting footprints. Seven years before the start of my one photograph every day project.

WASHIINGTON CONNECTICUT – Sunlight catches the feathery boughs of a solitary tree, its delicate leaves standing in stark contrast to the dense thicket of shadowy trees beyond.

Day 5567 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looming back 8 years. Beneath the gaze of towering, stoic faces on glossy glass, a humble newsstand bustles with quiet human exchanges, grounded in the grit of a snowy city sidewalk.  Day 2645 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

WARREN CONNECTICUT – We spent today in the kitchen: a tagine rests on our stovetop, its conical lid hints at slow-simmered stories from another continent, while a fish spatula stands ready for more familiar tasks.

Day 5566 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back five years to an Edith Wharton space: a meticulously arranged parlor, where every ornate detail—from the carved wood to the opulent textiles—echoes a bygone devotion to refinement and intimacy. Day 3739 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

WARREN CONNECTICUT – Here is my desktop computer screen, running SilverFast 9 which I am trying to master for film scanning. This is how my day was spent so my one photo every day options were limited.

Day 5565 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back 12 years to a solitary figure on the boardwalk walking toward the glistening Pacific, a reminder of Santa Monica in brighter days. Day 1182 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

WARREN CONNECTICUT – Winter’s quiet embrace in Warren, Connecticut: Snow dusts hay bales and bare trees, capturing the serene beauty of the countryside.

Day 5564 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.

Looking back 12 years to a warm smile amid winter layers: Portrait of a cheerful soul bundled in style, radiating charm and confidence. Venice California. Day 1181 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.