New York based street photographer.
Abandoned gelato, Como, Italy.
High tide, Long Island Sound. I always know that autumn is on its way when the tidal grasses show the first hint of gold.
A little haiku in the grass.
Underfoot: a rogue leaf.
A simple and subjectless photo, oddly enough it might be beautiful printed large; there is so much detail in the rippled water.
A little woodland haiku.
Haiku in the snow.
A tiny touch of color on a cold, wet morning.
there’s joy also
hide the path
Haiku in the woods, redux.
Haiku in the woods.
The maple trees reveal the first hint of fall, glowing gold at the edges.