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Monday, July 27, 2015

Northeast Edges of the USA



For what ever we lose ( like a you or a me ) , it's always our self we find in the sea.
E.E. Cummings


There is great beauty along the northeast edges of America. the mountains across NY , Vermont , New Hampshire and Maine. but as I reach the Atlantic western edge , it is there that I realize just how special all of this is . the ocean spanning out 3600 miles in front of me , which seems endless.

I had once sailed across it's surface and with a little luck , maybe some day , I'll do it again. as beautiful as the northeast is there is something about the ocean that is like a rebirth every time I arrive.

books , guitar and a shack on the beach wouldn't be so bad.









Saturday, July 25, 2015

UVMF 2015


Today is the Upper Valley Music Festival at Turners Falls , Ma. A benefit to fight cancer.It runs until midnight tonight with performers from across the USA and Overseas.  I was only able to stay a few hours but came away impressed with the talent I had the honor of photographing.

I never volunteered before to shoot performers but boy , did I come away learning a lot today. From moving around without interfering , Working with the range of dim light to blasting fireworks in your face , the noise of the shutter , to get the names of ALL the performers ,  and  just trying not to piss everyone off. It is not easy and have a whole new respect for the people that do this for a living.

the photos below were all shot at 2000 ISO of a different set of stars.the photos are in the order taken. looking forward to doing this again. and hell  , maybe next year they'll let me up on the stage .



 Katie Sachs













Chris Scanlon











Carrie Ferguson











One of my mistakes , I didn't get the name of this performer.










Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Baseball Yesterday and Today



A hot dog at the ballgame beats roast beef at the Ritz.
   Humphrey Bogart



With the Baseball All-Star game tonight I can’t help but Look back on the first time my dad took to me to Yankee Stadium. The smell of cigars , hot dogs and beer . The criss cross walkways to get to your seats. And as you walked in the dim hallway to the bright opening to the field it hit me all at once. The magnitude of the stadium, the lights and that big beautiful field laid out in front of me.

And then you hear the crack of the ball, watching it soar out into the bleachers like a missile, or bouncing off the facade to a waiting player below. Baseballs ricocheting off the seats, the steel beams holding up the roof , with children and grown men in suits chasing them like they were diamonds.

Before me were the Gods of baseball with names that would become as familiar as the saints I learned about in school. The Mick , Rog , Whitey , Berra , Richardson ,Howard and Casey. 

I was hooked , it would be but a few years when I figured out how to get to the stadium that I was hitch hiking to the Bronx’s and sneaking into games if I didn’t have the money to pay for a bleacher seat.

The players then signed contracts year to year, most worked in the off-season and the fans had a much closer relationship to the players. With no guarantees, the game was a “dog eat dog “ profession. Bean balls and spikes flying high were commonplace in those days; players would hand out their own brand of justice on the field. It truly was survival of the fittest; there were few if any luxuries except for the very best of the best. That game is gone forever, money changed everything.

Today there are players with 10 year contracts , making hundreds of millions of dollars in salaries and much more in endorsements. The fans are kept at a distance and one has to take out a loan just to go see a game. Even bench players are making million’s more than the very best from those days. For today’s players, life is good.


I still love the game because of it beauty and the skill set needed, like no other sport to excel. but it is a watered down version of the game I grew up with and as BB King used to sing , “ The Thrill is Gone” 










Monday, July 13, 2015

Freedom is Better



Above all, we must realize that no arsenal or no weapon in the arsenals of the world is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women.
     Ronald Reagan









Friday, July 10, 2015

Secrets of the Night



The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets
    Poppy Z. Brite 














Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Revisiting old work


One of the things I like to do is revisit old work and re-edit . backing up all my files again with the hope of finishing that task before I have to replace my computer later this year, I have the feeling I will be revisiting a lot of my work.


Don't let yesterday take up to much of today.
   Will Rogers




First encounter beach




Wellfleet Harbor




Head of the Meadow beach




Nauset beach




Sunday, July 5, 2015

Rock Harbor , Cape Cod


Rock Harbor is one of my favorite places in all of New England to photograph. from sunrise to sunset , high tide to low tide one can spend a full day ( or month for that matter ) and come away with a wealth of work. 














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