• Attenzione

    Not the typical postcard from Venice. It was my third visit to the city, but my first trip to the island of Murano, famous for its glass artists. And on a cold December morning, it was quite different from my previous summer experience. The fog meant that water taxis were only doing nonstop trips — a 25 minute ride from outside the Santa Lucia train station. I stood on the stairs at the right side of the boat, gloves and hat pulled tight, taking in the bleak mood. Pulling out of the canal and into the open water as we headed north, these were the briccole, the wooden poles marking shallower water along the north side of Venice, near Baia del re.

  • Morning at Iron Mike

    The bridge was critical. As the invasion of Normandy began, seizing and holding the La Fière bridge was one of three central objectives for the USAF. This route was essential for movement inland from Utah Beach and to prevent German reinforcements from moving west. It simply couldn’t be done without securing the bridge.

  • Thirds

    Cold water after a long and difficult hike to the top of Cerro Chato, a dormant volcano near La Fortuna, Costa Rica. The proportions made me think of Mark Rothko.

  • Foggy Hudson

    Pier 57 on a foggy afternoon, seen from the High Line Park

  • Fog at the Falls

    In the fog of the late afternoon, there was only noise. So thick was the mist in the air that the famous falls were invisible, even standing right beside the gorge into which they fell. While waiting for a break, I turned in the other direction.