Thinking About Montana

Thinking about Montana, whilst driving through Vermont.


The clouds were racing against the sky, passing the mountains and shimmering over the lake. Wind blew strongly, lifting signposts and newspapers.
pushing little piles of discarded paper-cups into forgotten corners of buildings. The sky became a sea awash with roiling clouds and dust and bits of trees swirling ever upwards and away.

The Grounded Bed

A simple bed in the Azores was grounded,
Literally on the floor, secured between a chair and the wall.
I wondered where it might run off to if freed?


The Orange Towel

This orange towel hangs over a towel-rack in a bathroom in a house in a town in a small village out side of New York City.

It is not my towel, nor my house, nor my town, nor my village, nor my city.
But I do live in New York State

Alice's Door

The majority of colours appeared only in the reflection here,
prompting me to think of Lewis Carroll’s
Through the Looking Glass world.


Clash of Colours

The brilliantly saturated colours of the insulation against this guy’s hat, made for a visually arresting moment.


The purple was the spray insulation they were working with to seal the outside of a concrete structure in the art museum complex.

Influenced by...

Montreal again.
Wandering on a cold and sunny day.
Feeling the influence of amazing city photographers.
This moment was obviously a “Brassai” moment for me.


The Un-Self-portrait

While attending a photo workshop we were given the task of creating a self-portrait. After so many years at University in art departments, this is one of my least favorite tasks.
This was my solution.


The gentlemen holding my picture was a very surprised and somewhat bored security guy in a mall.
At least he was smiling after I got him to do this for me.

Photographer on The Hill

My battery was dying in my M9. The light was totally blown and this guy had his 4x5 out on the hillside.
He was taking pictures of his 4 year old son who kept running towards him as he tried to run back to trigger the shutter.
I mentally crossed my fingers, prayed to the god of photography and tried to get a few last images out on the battery in my camera.

This is what happened.


Study in Monochrome

A study in monochrome, in Montreal.


Snow Upon Reflection

Morning meditation has become a practice I enjoy. I do it walking around the beaver-pond across the street from my home. This morning there was snow in the mountains.
Funny what one notices when everything else is stillness.


Looking Upward

Walking the dog in the mornings provides an interesting meditation time. Often the world has not et awoken fully.
Light appears through trees in ways that surprise me each morning.


The Nyack Bed

Domestic areas, have always fascinated me. I often think of them as interior landscapes. Like the literary version, where the author refers to the landscape within the individual, I see these Interiors as manifestations of daily lives. The scenes stand in for the people. The objects: bed, rumpled sheets,mirror, all become the narrators of multiple stories. The images become jumping off points for viewers to create their own interpretations.

Bedroom 03 v1 print

Knitting Her Way Home

I have been lucky enough to meet some wonderful people as I wander in cities and towns.
This was one young woman who was walking and knitting on her way home. She had the best smile!



Wandering around Montreal one day I saw this window display.
the sunlight sparkling off the baubles seemed to negate the cold and bitter November rain that was falling on my shoulders at the time.


City in the Clouds

There is a continuous barrier between the commuters and the Hudson River in New York City.
One morning It became the ground for an ethereal “City in the Clouds”


Windy Day at the Bay

A day at the bay surrounded by wind, sand,rain and bird calls.



The Bridge

Traveling from Vermont back to New York State the other evening as the sun set, I was happy to come to the bridge at just this moment with no other autos around.



Edge of The Desert

I had never been to the desert before this trip to Arizona. The house was at the very edge. Tumbleweeds rolled through the yard when the wind blew. Strong enough to toss the lawn-chairs about the place. When it rained the scent of the Creosote bushes opened up in the world and I understood why people here spoke the word so fondly.

Arizona tryptich


The Azorean Lake

This view of a small lake in the Azores, on the island of Pico was so wonderfully quiet and peaceful that I wanted to stay for days.

Acores Lake_Panorama1


The Glacial Lake

The Glacial Lake

While camping I came into this valley and saw, for the first time, a glacial lake. The colour of the water is created from glacial ice melt and the finely ground rock that is called “glacial flour”, it turns the water a wonderful turquoise colour.

The Glacial Lake


Stone Stairwell

This Stone Stairwell is on my morning walk up to the Garden. Each day this week I passed it hoping that the light would be perfect to allow me to capture the feelings it evokes in me, and each day I was thwarted, until today. Today the sun shone brightly and the slender trees lining the stairwell stood out in high relief against the darker ground.

Stone Stairwell


Shadow Birds in Raintree

Shadow Birds in Raintree

The rain today brought the birds to a tree outside my living room window. They stayed throughout the day.



The Montana Farmstead

Montana Farmstead

An older image but one I have never published before. About 7 years ago I took a solo camping trip across the west to explore parts of the U.S. that I’d only imagined through reading books by the likes of Stegner , Doig, Harrison and Dillard. It took me longer than I expected to get used to the sense of space out west. The sky does seem to go along forever before your eye stops moving. Within this landscape were all sorts of architectural structures I’d only glimpsed in films or in my imagination and none of them prepared me for the rough-hewn beauty of these places.