092718: Paris Revisited

I recently donated a print of the above image to a charity auction to raise money for the Southern Poverty Law Center (a most worthy cause, to my mind). The image, a favorite of mine, was taken on an upper floor of the d’Orsay Museum in Paris.

Digging up that print got me thinking about my other Paris images and that led to a pleasant afternoon rediscovering that photo library. Here is some of what particularly caught my eye. Above is another from the d’Orsay.

Louvre Window Study

Sortie (Exit)

Windows, Gare d’Austerlitz

Grand Palais



Staircase, Museum of Comparative Anatomy



Louvre Entrance


Book Stalls on the Seine

I’ll finish today with this picture postcard image of the Seine as it passes through the heart of the city.

I hope you enjoyed the visit.

0423: Spring Cleaning


Spring cleaning has found its way outside for me this past week. The good weather had me moving piles of fossil-laden rocks from one place to another in an attempt to generally clean up my working areas. And that gave me the opportunity to rediscover and reacquaint myself with past finds – and create a long new list of images awaiting. The quarry is spilling over with fossils so I add them to that list.


And yet I found some time to drift back into my Italy library. A friend from Florence arrives today for a visit, so I threw together an odd mix of mostly street shots of that city. The image at the top is a Florence Shop Window. And the one above is a Grafitti/Madonna street scene.



Sign at Church Entrance



Florence Flag Fresco



Stick Figure Madonna



Florence Antique Shop



 Florence Street Scene



Speaking of Italy – As I was cleaning out boxes in my studio I ran across this old Dubonnet tin that I had packed away. I had forgotten its contents – my fossil stash from Tuscany. What a happy surprise!.


I’ll finish this post with a selection of latest images – some different approaches to my new finds from the field. All but the first image are Devonian fossils. (The first is a quarry rock that captured my attention and seemed to fit comfortably into an old bird’s nest.)

Enjoy the rest.














I’ll be off on a little adventure for the next couple of weeks and that may upset my regular schedule. Hopefully I’ll be back soon with some good images.Thank you for the visit.

032013 – Reviewing the Past


My usual schedule was interrupted last week – more on that at the end of this post. This is a bit different from my usual posts. I was asked to give a lecture in a few weeks, one that would reflect on the arc of my career. So I’ve been spending time looking over images that I haven’t given thought to for a long, long time. I’ve decided to present a random handful, the results of my first round of digging and exploring (hey – isn’t that the way I describe my fossil finds – “digging and exploring”!).

For those who might think I’m a bit “obsessed” with the world of fossils let me share some of these earlier (non-fossil) works. Starting with the opening image, this was a Brooklyn street scene, a festival in fact, viewed from atop the monument in Grand Army Plaza. (kids and chalk!)


This next handful deal with old sites, each with their own character.


Two from Ellis Island before restoration. The haunting imprint of the millions who passed through these rooms was palpable.



A long abandoned farmhouse on the high plains of Montana.



Even longer ago (1250 A.D.), the abandoned community of Chaco Canyon, one of the oldest known sites in North America.



An altar at the Metropolitan Museum’s Cloisters, an incorporation of five medieval European cloisters.



And, lastly, more recent ruins – an abandoned and cannibalized rocket gantry from Cape Canaveral.


I also photographed many people, some famous, some not, all very interesting, nonetheless.

A New Mexico rancher during a wind elk roundup.



A few American treasures:

Pete Seeger


Bill Cosby


Al Hirschfeld


Martin Sheen



And finally, one more American treasure, a deeply personal one.




In the predawn hour of March 10, my Dad passed away, quietly and peacefully in his sleep after a period of debilitating illness. He was eighty-five years old. All he ever wanted in his lifetime was to be a good husband and father. He cared for us selflessly and, happily, he achieved his goal. He was a fine and decent man and I will miss him greatly.