A Grateful Lament

Oxymoron, you say? Read on. Contradiction in terms? Hear me out. I am deeply grateful for this time of my life in which I am able to focus on what I love doing–not totally, as I still have obligations I mostly enjoy–but more than ever before. And what I love doing most is my photography. I am deeply grateful that at 75, I can still hike and kayak where the wild things are. I am grateful that I am able to walk the streets of cities for hours taking it all in, engaging the people, the architecture, the happenings, and…

Going Back

The osprey nest appeared to be empty, at least temporarily, but Nana Buruku, the ancient cypress tree, still fills the swamp with her spirit. That’s my name for her. The cajun swamp tour guides will introduce her to you as, simply, the oldest tree in the swamp. If I need to go to the part of Louisiana we call Acadiana for any reason, I will do my best to fit in a visit to Lake Martin. Last Friday, I made it for the second time this year. The swamp is a rich but challenging photographic subject. Actually, it’s the richness…

City Fix

Most of my friends know my creation photography best, and that will be the topic of my next blog post, the second in my “Second Wind” series. But I had to interrupt that series to share a different kind of adventure and photography that I also love. This past week, I spent three days in Rhode Island, mostly in Providence with an afternoon in Newport. My photographer friend Aaron Perkins was also on hand. We are both Episcopal deacons and attending our national triennial conference. So… of course, I had to get my “city fix,” doing the kind of photography…