Meat Packing District

Meat Packing District

Meat Packing District When I moved to Manhattan in the 1980s I visited the Meatpacking District in the pre-dawn hours with my camera, knowing that this place would soon be gone.  The cobblestones smelled from blood and sawdust, while prostitutes and drug dealers...
Covers on The Gerontologist

Covers on The Gerontologist

Covers on The Gerontologist For two decades I provided The Gerontologist with cover images for many of its issues.  I traveled hundreds of miles to take these shots, and this is a partial record of the portfolio of covers.  Unbeknownst to the thousands of TG readers...
A Visit to Copper Canyon

A Visit to Copper Canyon

A Visit to Copper Canyon In the winter of 2002 I took my all-manual Leica M4 to Mexico where I rode the Chihuahua al Pacifico railroad from Los Mochis to Creel, in the heart of Copper Canyon.  This is one of the last great train rides in the world.  Creel is the...
Catskill Days

Catskill Days

Catskill Days I spent a lot of time with my camera and my dog Parsley wandering in the Catskill Mountains around Woodstock, Fleishmanns, Shandaken, and Phoenicia.  Here is a photographic record of my journey that reflects the misty, mysterious moods of the beautiful...