They run as far as my eye can see, these grasses in Sweet Grass County.

It's magnificent. A not-quite-straight pole of juniper

What carries down this hall, the din of distant past and trace of last night

It’s a no-no, turning the lens directly into the sun

It started, as it does every year, with the buds at the tips of low branches

A young woman was telling me recently about sound: recording it, editing it, using it to tell a story. While silent, photographs can evoke sound

Morning at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, today with torrents of water and the desert blooming

Back to the sea, with its open bound of water and far horizon

Another aperture, this oculus. It is as simple as a hole and as infinitely complex as the shapes and colors of day, night and weather that it projects inside

So well defined by the incomparable Diana Walker

I look at this photo and see one of my grandmother’s paintings of this same ocean. Familiar water and dunes, and yet every day a distinct place and feeling

What better than a room lined in books, bindings and covers of different colors, worn by hands and sun…

A single image can make me think of so much

A moment between day and night, belying the winds and transition

I received Ed’s card today, a decorated print posted with a stamp on the back. Just holding it is a pleasure.

For all the importance of light in photography, I am equally taken by the darks. Not just black, but deep velvets with their own luminosity and textures, sometimes more brown or gray.

What does a camera measure? Light. A record of ever-changing brilliance

Of the ways to see, observation ranks high for me. The dictionary definition

How do we see? Seeing can be so many things: observation, reflection, surprise….

Another part of the joy of photography for me is the experience of discovery