The weather and the hordes of mosquitoes have kept me from doing a lot of shooting, but I have been out. The thing is that the shots don't really seem to go together. Then I had a morbid thought about some of them. Poison mushrooms and grave stones. Heh. It's ridiculously me and goes with... Continue Reading →
I've always been intrigued by broken-down buildings on the side of the road. In New England they are everywhere. Little shacks. Barns. Garages. Unidentifiable buildings that make you wonder what they used to be and why they were hammered together in the first place. Mostly they're wooden, but occasionally metal and almost always difficult to... Continue Reading →
