Vaccinating dogs in the middle of nowhere.

The campaign begins.

Before the dogs, the streets.

Four men in a lifeboat. Two weeks without food. One impossible choice that would reshape the boundaries between survival and murder

My first few days in Arequipa were a photographer's dream. Perfect weather, great food, and the kind of light all photographers crave.

Before the dogs, there will be pisco sours, plazas, and plenty of wandering.

I thought my Mission Rabies days were behind me. Peru had other ideas.

My usual assortments of New York moments.

7/7/77. A day of prophecy?

A clear, concise book that will help you find your voice as a street photographer.

My very first Kinks show

We've made it through half the year already. Sheesh.

Two stars for this audiobook for its torturous narration (although the content was fairly irritating as well).

Still in the groove after returning from Mexico.

I think I had a good time. I really can't remember.

Street photography doesn't always have to be visually busy. Sometimes the strongest images come from subtraction rather than addition, leaving just enough in the frame to tell the story.

I'm back from Mexico and back on the street, shoving my camera in peoples' faces.

The June 17th, 1976 concert has acquired legendary status in some circles. On this date, nearly half a century ago, I attended what has since become something of a legendary concert: Yes at Roosevelt Stadium in Jersey City. I went with my high school friends Danny and Dave, for sure. Whether anyone else was with us is lost to time. (I think Ellen was with us? Maybe?) It was two months after my sixteenth birthday. To get there, we took a train from Brooklyn into New Jersey, a

A satisfying, solid four-star novel that was interesting all the way through.

A rejuvenating week in Puerto Vallarta super-charged my batteries and delivered one of my best photo sets yet.