Archive for November, 2012

” … there is so much to write about this place,” said the wonderful DancingBeastie about the Sainte-Chapelle in a recent comment. “The thought and faith behind it. The king who almost bankrupted his kingdom for a holy relic. A whole building designed as a reliquary for this most precious relic in Christendom. Its survival […]

Every year, Steve and I grant a (purely ceremonial and very silly) award to the first friend(s) whose holiday card we receive. Once again, the four-years-running champions are our dear friends Jim and John. Their 2012 card was entirely too appropriate for this incurable Francophile. I will treasure it among my favorite keepsakes. But beyond […]

One of my assignments at work today was to write some funny fortune cookie “fortunes.” Here’s my favorite, brought to life with a little Photoshop. While trying to come up with little narrative arcs — and unexpected endings — I remembered Ernest Hemingway’s six-word story, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” And that, in turn, […]

I have a terrible confession: I’m bored with my city. “I feel like there’s nothing to shoot here,” I told my friend Craig today after we’d spent an hour strolling through the old milling district, cameras in hand. I brooded a bit as I drove home. “Must find a way to live in Europe for […]

Yesterday I wrote about a photography technique I played with during my last trip to Europe. Called “composite photography,” it basically consists of shooting several frames and then stitching them together to create a single image. It’s very handy when you’re in a tiny enclosed space — or when the subject is too big to […]

Have you ever raised your camera to snap some sweeping vista — or maybe a cramped interior — only to discover that it won’t fit in a single frame? Happens to me all the time. I used to mutter naughty words and curse myself for not having a wider lens. Until one day, it occurred […]

Most people who look at this photo will see a sunrise. But to me, this photo is a miracle. It’s a miracle that I was in this place at this precise moment. It’s a miracle that I could still see it, in spite of the doctors’ grim predictions. It’s a miracle that I had a […]