Gathering Dust, Waiting for Words
These are a few of my favorite shots that are previously unpublished. Like all photos, they have stories of their own. Until I can find the time to articulate them, they will have… Read More
These are a few of my favorite shots that are previously unpublished. Like all photos, they have stories of their own. Until I can find the time to articulate them, they will have… Read More
Alone he stood upon a rotting throne While orange beams bathed him in warm farewells. Yellow, through a reed cloak, his gold eye shone. It scanned the dark pools for throating nightly knells.… Read More
The winter wood is silent and still. Here days are born old and quickly fade beneath low hanging grey. Whispering branches and crunching footsteps are the only audible sounds. The wood seems to… Read More
In my experience, outside of the state, New Jersey is more often associated with dense population and heavy traffic than a diverse populace, and birding hotspot. In fact I recently met a… Read More
Through life, I have found that there are certain smells and sounds that can take you back. For me, the aroma of salt permeating the air and cry of a hunting osprey never… Read More