A city of extraordinary light and shadow.

One neighborhood at a time.

Vaccinating dogs in the middle of nowhere.

The campaign begins.

Before the dogs, the streets.

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?

My very first Kinks show

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

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

The awkward moment when your subject catches you in the act.

Almost half a century ago. And I was there (so they tell me).