…in a straight line.
Coming from the east coast where curves are
the norm, is it amazing to drive for miles and miles
in a straight line.
…in the Grand Canyon.
An off-center view.
The tide is out on Cape Cod Bay in Provincetown.
Haunted Forest. Some nature walks are ghostly by their very appearance.
Grand Canyon Sunset on the North Rim.
The road less traveled is the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
If you want to avoid the crowds of the South Rim, head north!
Jason reminded me that on our family vacation out west, he and I got lost in Arches National Park, Moab, Utah. I wanted to take a nighttime photo of the Delicate Arch. The arch is 1 mile walk from the car. We trekked in daylight but couldn’t find our way back at night. We had to literally call out “Help”! Someone, who wasn’t lost, came to our rescue and guided us back to our car.
Returning to the hotel, I found Deb (I state this “politely”) unhappy. She was “thisclose” to calling the police. Secretly I think she was happy I had a ton of scratches on my legs from the thick bushes Jay and I walked through on our “lost” journey. (The photo above is from the night.)
Traveling on the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz in the distance.
Gridlock in Gotham. Looking west on 42nd Street in New York City, cars, people and congestion fill the area.
A shipwreck in Provincetown, Cape Cod.
The FlatIron Building in Autumn.
Glacier Lagoon in Iceland. Home to small icebergs. (They wouldn’t sink the Titanic.)
Photograph by my daughter during her study abroad college program.
Early morning boat in the Hudson River and the Brooklyn Bridge.
Torrential rain and highway traffic.
Very old soda vending machines.
Portrait of the Fashion King.
In the Westminster Underground station in London,
a musician plies his trade playing the saxophone.
Several years ago while in London, I walked into the Victoria train station and spoke to a employee behind the ticket counter. I told him of my disappointment in visiting Stratford-Upon-Avon. I said that it felt “Americanized” and wanted to see something “British”. He recommended traveling to Arundel. It’s about an hour south of London. My wife and I traveled on a train that reminded me of the one the Beatles rode on in “A Hard Day’s Night”. The view of the countryside was beautiful, and when the train approached Arundel, a castle came into view on the horizon. It was like an Errol Flynn movie. (Uh oh, it sounds like I’m Americanizing it…)
Arundel is a small town, around 3000 people with castle. My wife and I explored it and then walked around the town. During that journey, the young girl seen above, stood for a moment as I caught her image on film.
The Provincetown cemetery and Pilgrim Monument are visible through the fog and mist.
Photograph was made several years ago with 35mm film.
The Badlands National Park, South Dakota.
Photograph of an old church.
The church is located along the Delaware Water Gap in New Jersey.
It does not have a regular congregation but only holds
services on special occasions like Christmas.
Photograph taken with 35mm b&w film.
Somewhere in Wyoming on a trip out west,
these folks were outside my window.