This is the last hurrah on two counts— my final blog, written about my final picture story as a photojournalist.…
My dad ran a seed warehouse where I worked off and on through junior high and high school. Though I…
This golfer was happy at that moment, but the next shot could bring the opposite emotion. “I golf, therefore I…
In general, simple pictures are best. The hands are enough to indicate a doctor is attached to them, and as…
The thing that has always struck me about this picture is how serene the rider looks. With its forelock blowing,…
More than a decade before the Americans With Disabilities Act was passed, a reporter and I did an in-depth story…
In June of 1977, I took the second step of my career and left employment at the university photo department…
Apparently, grandpa had the youngsters for an afternoon, and a trip to the playground was the perfect way to occupy…
One fall afternoon, a hot air balloon pilot brought his aerostat to a local grade school. After a demonstration to…
I remember both excitement and disappointment when I look at this picture. Excitement because of the mood it evoked, and…