Tree Study, Unionville Pa
Passage, Popham Beach Maine
The Rose by Theodore Roethke
There are those to whom place is unimportant,
But his place, where sea and fresh water meet,
Is important…
People of the First Light, Mashpee Ma
A time for watching the tide,
For the heron’s hieratic fishing,
For the sleepy cries of the towhee,
The morning birds gone, the twittering finches,
But still the flash of the kingfisher,
the wingbeat of the scoter,
The sun a ball of fire coming down over the water…
Schooner Nathaniel Bowditch, Penobscot Bay, Maine
As when a ship sails with a light wind-
The waves less than the ripples made by rising fish,
The lacelike wrinkles of the wake widening, thinning out,
Sliding away from the traveler’s eye,
The prow pitching easily up and down,
The whole ship rolling slightly sideways,
The stern high, dipping like a child’s boat in a pond-
Our motion continues.
Wilderness Kayak, Adirondacks, New York
Beautiful my desire, and the place of my desire.
Marsh Pond, Parson’s Beach, Maine
I think of the rock singing,
and light making its own silence,
At the edge of ripening meadow, in early summer,
The moon lolling in the close elm, a shimmer of silver,
Or that lonely time before the breaking of morning
When the slow freight winds
along the edge of the ravaged hillside,
And the wind tries the shape of a tree,
While the moon lingers,
And a drop of rain water hangs at the tip of a leaf
Shifting in the wakening sunlight
Like the eye of a new-caught fish.
Steadfast, Long Point, Martha’s Vineyard
And I rejoiced in being what I was:
In the lilac change, the whit reptilian calm,
In the bird beyond the bough, the single one
With all the air to greet him as he flies,
The dolphin rising from the darkening waves…
Sea-Wind, South Shore, Martha’s Vineyard
And in this rose, this rose in the sea-wind,
Rooted in stone, keeping the whole of light
Gathering into itself sound and silence-
Mine and the sea-wind’s.
the above quotes are from The Rose by Theodore Roethke
Rock Study, Schoodic Penisula, Acadia National Park
There is an intrinsic simplicity and calm in our earth
that is constantly in opposition to elements
like storms, waves, rain, shifting winds.
These photographs are like poetry without words,
because they go beyond words.
The photographer’s job is to show the then and now,
the change that takes place over time and history;
a change that captures the past
and allows us to greet the future.
All Lined Up: Dodge, Opus and Indian, Old Forge, New York
Dodge: 1927 Dodge Watercar Dual Cockpit Barrel Back
Opus 26: 1926 26-foot Hacker Craft
Indian: 1903 Leighton
Classic Summer, Adirondack Region, New York
Gee-Whiz: 17 foot 1945 Century Runabout
Ranger, 135 foot J-Class Yacht, Antigua
Nothing stirs my soul more
than watching a 100 year old classic yacht
roll over a wave, sails flared,
white water crashing, crew attentive.
Michael Kahn on his Classic Collection
The Brandywine, 37×48″ archival pigment print
Showing at the Delaware Art Museum
Centennial Juried Exhibition
Centennial Juried Exhibition
