Posted on August 24, 2018
Posted on September 14, 2017
This is a scene on Boylston Street outside the public library. It’s reeking with human misery. I often find it hard and indeed intrusive to take these kind of photographs, yet the emotion in them is so striking I sometimes take the shot anyway. It’s a little like war photography, without the danger of course. Recording pain for the sake of getting some kind of lesson from it.
Posted on August 24, 2017
Believe it or not, my wife Sarah and I have driven across America a total of 20 times. The trip, no matter route we choose, is always fascinating. Every night brings a new feeling with it. Different landscape, different accents, different cultures. This country is vast, strikingly beautiful and very diverse.
Our leaders in Washington are probably at least vaguely familiar with the above. Maybe if they listen carefully they could also hear the cries of pain and bind up people’s wounds instead of inflicting more hurt.
Posted on December 8, 2015
There are times, especially in a crowded city, when it become easier and easier to avoid really seeing our fellow human beings. Taking a lot of photographs as I do now, makes me realize more than ever just how lucky I am.