Galleries: Places | | I was born, raised and currently live in the city of Philadelphia. I could write thousands of words trying to describe what it is that makes this city so strange and so special, but my space here is limited. It's a beautiful and terrifying place. On the east coast, it's second only to New York in size and population, but you can stand under the el tracks in an old industrial neighborhood and be the only person on the streets. The air here is heavy and the atmosphere innately oppressive, but it's easily the most inspiring and strangely magical city I've ever visited. The surface here is thin. Scratch beneath it and there's no telling what you'll find.
My Philadelphia galleries are generally split between pretty postcard images and the place I like to think of as "the empty city." In the end, there's not much contrast between the two visions of Philadelphia. |
This gallery shows photographs made during a trip to Greece in September 2009. Time was spent between the mainland city of Athens and the Cycladean islands of Milos, Folegandros and Santorini. My one sentence review: Skip Santorini and double your time on Folegandros.
In this section you'll see the city of Athens by both day and night as well as galleries devoted to the islands. One note, the Gallery of the Athens Central Market is not for the squeamish. Consider yourself warned. | |
| | I like to think of coastal Maine like Big Sur California's smarter and more modest cousin. Where the California Central Coast knocks you out with sheer, almost presumptuously spectacular natural beauty, coastal Maine gently establishes a place deep within your psyche and soul. The landscapes are almost unassuming. Gentle mountains, a simple rocky coastline. It's actually very hard to capture in a photograph.
Imagine running across a granite mountaintop in a chilly fog, stopping only to gather wild blueberries and breathe in deep lung-fulls of air ripe with the scent of red spruce, ocean and clouds. And of course there's the lobster... The photographs in galleries here have been made between 2005 & 2008, but reflect more than 2 decades of travel between Portland and Acadia National Park. |
Between 2004 and 2007, I flew out to Northern California half a dozen times. The galleries of images within take a disjointed tour of the coast, Sierra Nevada mountains, lake region, wine region, Central Valley and the Nevada desert.
The gallery "From the Window" brings some unity to it all by featuring images taken out the window of a speeding car. It's really the only way to see the West Coast. | |
| The first time I visited Montreal, a flood of historic significance trapped my family on the island city. After retreating to the first motel with a vacancy sign that we could find, we discovered that our room was completely infested with frogs. That's not some slur, I'm talking about real little green frogs that hop around and eat crickets. Since I was 9 at the time, I thought the whole experience was awesome.
I've been back to Montreal 2 more times as an adult. If it weren't for those hellish winters, I'd do all I could to move there permanently. The food, the culture, the public art, the parks, the public transit, the city is just amazing. This small gallery reflects a tiny bit of what makes Montreal so special. |
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