Knowing & Accepting

What brings me pleasure is not necessarily what brings you yours—in your home, on your body, out there in the world. It’s what I loved about New York Times fashion-man-on-the-street Bill Cunningham. Oh, how I do miss that eclectic eye. Through it I came to know...

SURRENDER

My youngest son is handling guns. He slides his delicate fingers, his palm, sometimes his still stubbleless cheek along the metal barrel. I know he does this daily in his new military life of hair shirts and the narrowed eye perhaps only I remember. You were like...

SHUTTERING MY BOY

The shutter catches the reedy boy and his size 44 pants dancing around his hips, the click of metallic and plastic and synchronization familiar in my ear, under my finger. But after he is gone, really gone, and I have processed all of the old rolls of film, every one,...

SHUTTERING MY BOY

The shutter catches the reedy boy and his size 44 pants dancing around his hips, the click of metallic and plastic and synchronization familiar in my ear, under my finger. But after he is gone, really gone, and I have processed all of the old rolls of film, every one,...