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oyster (with seagull)
Blue isn’t necessarily the strongest color in a scene (Hello, yellow-green), but the light-magic of fog gives blue a pretty good chance to dominate. And then there was that extremely well-timed seagull…
Fun Fact 1: in my senior year in architecture school, my design professor (Dan MacGilvary, who was outstanding) told us his most hated color was a specific shade of yellow-green that he called “snake-shit green.” He promised anyone who used that color in their renderings would fail his class.
Fun Fact 2: my sister and I called that same shade “spit-up green” and almost never used that particular Crayon.
Fun Fact 3: I don’t know how a post about this blue sign got hijacked by the color chartreuse.
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.16.2026
parade braids
A little girl and a fire truck: it was a good parade.
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026
snow/piper
I was in Portland, Maine, a couple of months ago – it was one of those places where I felt instantly at home and I am actively trying to figure out how soon I can get back up there.
The first day kicked off with the St. Patrick’s Day parade. Using our keen sleuthing skills* we were able to locate the spot where the bagpipers were assembling on our very first attempt. Yay, us!!
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026
*Mainly our ability to follow the caterwauling sounds of the pipes.
since happier light
…and then it snowed. Soft, fluffy flakes. It was a delight. It was also plenty cold, and without any warm sun shining through the big windows of the meetinghouse, it was very nearly as cold inside as out.
Outside, the only sounds were the soft swishes of snow and it felt cleansing to stand outside and take it all in. The snow felt like a gift. (A gift that melted by the next afternoon, but you know what I mean – especially if you live in an arid place, like I do, where whatever snow we do get is much less fluffy and much more like annoying little ice pellets.)
South Solon Meetinghouse
Solon, Maine
photographed 3.19.2026
thanks + love + faith + grace
If you know anything about me, you probably know that I’m generally flippant about photography and about what I do.
But, in spite of that, I actually do take it very seriously. I never want to be in a rut, or just shoot the same stuff in the same way, or take any of it for granted. Toward the end of last year, I had some conversations with one of my good photography friends. During one of those talks, he gave me the word “purposeful” when I was struggling to describe some changes I wanted to make in my photographic journey/process. That was exactly the word: I wrote it down on a card that lives on my studio desk.
That led me to take a workshop last month in Maine. A small group of photographers spent two and a half days shooting inside of one building. (One unheated building. In Maine. In March. When it snowed.) But in addition to making images of the place, we spent time reflecting on the building, the space, the unseen history that got there before we did, on how we felt being there, on words we’d use to describe out initial emotions about the place.
The first day it seemed that we were going to be there way too long, that it was going to be impossible to fill our time with the things we were tasked with…
South Solon Meetinghouse
Solon, Maine
photographed 3.19.2026
One Day | One Image 