Someone Else’s Problem
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...

Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
A friend was touring Southeast Asia this summer and posted the most amazing pictures of his travels....
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...