I’ve always been fascinated by the Bank of America Plaza. It stands atop a rise between Midtown and Downtown Atlanta, so one approaching it from the east or west is going uphill. Standing in the valley on North Avenue that nestles the entrance to Old Fourth Ward Park and lookingContinue Reading

It seems new color films are appearing monthly. So far, I have bought rolls of Washi X, CineStill 400D, and Wolfen NC 500, and I hope to try Lomochrome Color 92. As I later discovered, Washi X is repackaged Kodak Aerocolor IV, a surveillance film. Washi X appears to beContinue Reading

Every spring, I try to get fresh images of the first blooms. Usually, this happens in early April, and this year was no different. The woodland phlox kicked things off and was soon followed by the Catmint and Gerber daisies. The azaleas, usually loaded with blooms, were more subdued thisContinue Reading

Testing out a newly acquired black SR-T 202, I went looking for subjects.    This light beam only occurs during a few weeks of July each summer.  I’ve photographed it before in B&W, so I decided to try color.   I worried, rightly, that the contrast would be problem.  However,Continue Reading

I have this notion that one day I am going to create a real still life painting.   I’m not anywhere close to being able, but hope springs eternal, no?   It would be Van Gogh-ish, with deep blues and greens and a yellow-infused background.  Who knows if that willContinue Reading

We had a family membership to the High Museum of Art that I allowed to lapse during the lockdowns. The last time we went, in 2019, was to see a Romare Bearden exhibit. At the time, I was only a few months along on my photography journey, so it didContinue Reading

I’ve never visited Cuba. I’ve made it to Martinique, Puerto Rico, Saint Martin, and the Bahamas and changed planes in the Virgin Islands. Cuba has been off-limits for so long that I’ve never considered going. A friend went a few years back, and this gifted bottle has sat undisturbed forContinue Reading

Of all my travel memories, the one that sticks with me most clearly is my first night in Paris. We arrived at 7 AM, and having been too excited to sleep on the flight, we were exhausted. After making it through customs, and me trying out my rudimentary French, weContinue Reading