“I stand on top of our back steps and breathe the rich air– a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail She jabs her wedge-head in a cup of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail, and will not scare.” excerpt from Robert Lowell’s “Skunk Hour”

Some thoughts as they happen- this is a feed from my flickr account.

    Using household materials and small scale models I am trying to make visible the image of Colorado’s Front Range that I have constructed in my head since leaving there as a younger man. I am interested in the distance between physical geography and one’s personal experience of that geography.

For 10 months while on a William J. Fulbright grant, I photographed the former Portuguese colony of Macao (now a Special Administrative Region of China) and witnessed a key moment in its transformation from a small enclave into a gambling Mecca.

These pictures were taken on the outskirts of Portland, Maine in a particular wooded area of only a few square miles formerly known by some of Portland’s homeless population as ‘The Jungle’.  Starting in 2000 I roamed the area that functioned as a dump, homeless shelter (usually devoid of any people during the day) and […]

  Photography is my way to reorganize the world according to a more personal vision, not unlike my mother who had a tendency to rearrange furniture at odd times of the night.  I would come home past curfew and walk what I thought was the path to the staircase only to be confronted by the […]