I 684 NEAR GOLDENS BRIDGE NEW YORK – Stopping at a rest stop here I’m reaching a bit for today’s image. Day 5598 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 11 years to a major storm in Warren CT. This is routine for February in Litchfield County. Day 1580 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – I’m cooking today for dinner for a few friends. These are chickpeas about to be added to a beef tagine.
Day 5597 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back to last year to hands on the Roosevelt Island tramway. Day 3770 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
LITCHFIELD CONNECTICUT – Signs on Route 202.
Day 5596 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 4 years to Warren CT. February is really rough here. Day 4135 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – This is my favorite kind of day for photography here.
Day 5595 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back five years to Central Park.  Shot on film with my Hasselblad XPan camera. Day 3768 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – It’s too cold here to venture out so I spent some time in our gym this morning.
Day 5594 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back ten years to India to the string ball man. Day 1941 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – Too cold to venture out today.
Day 5593 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back two years to Venice CA: faded signage and long shadows tell the story of a city in flux, where nostalgia clings to the walls even as the present walks briskly past. Day 4862 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
SOUTH KENT CONNECTICUT – Art at a friend’s gallery: Beverly Pepper’s sculpture hovers like a mastodon’s pelvis, blurring the line between weight and weightlessness, presence and absence.
Looking back ten years to India: veiled in tradition and wrapped in embroidered warmth, a mother and child sit, a testament to resilience, tenderness, and the weight of history. Day 1939 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
