An overriding goal in my photography this past year has been to expand my ability to use lighting to create expressive indoor portraits, whether in a studio or on the fly. Pract...
Although I regularly participated in Gay Pride Parades from 1990 until 2007, my husband and I got out of the habit of marching in later years as parenthood claimed more and more...
After a crisis involving a family member earlier this month, I found myself withdrawing to the darkroom, churning out prints at a breakneck pace. At first, this seemed perfectly...
When it comes to our cabin in New York’s Hudson Valley, my family and I have become fair-weather friends. Having wisely put illusions about learning winter sports behind u...
This photo is from my first roll with a new camera, a 1985 Hasselblad SWC/M that just arrived here last week. Given my love for my Rolleiflex, I have long been curious about how...
My 1958 Rolleiflex 3.5F, my most-used camera, recently came back from Georgia-based technician Peter Jiang after a thorough rehabilitation. For a camera I’ve relied on since 201...
I. Observing On a trip to the world’s busiest museum last fall, my husband and I were rudely jostled by a determined fellow museum-goer, a middle-aged Parisienne who shuffled fr...
One of the joys of living in a city like New York is its abundance of creative artists, many of whom also devote some portion of their time to teaching. So it is with the subjec...
