It was the first day of the first grade for this youngster, but words of reassurance from his mother appear…
A rainy day doesn’t bother me too much, as long as I’m on the inside looking out. Under that criteria,…
Lost in her thoughts, I see an elderly lady living between her memories and the glorious hope of eternal life…
I felt my hand-colored work had merit and hoped to ply the method for lucrative commercial clients. In one such…
The hand-coloring adventure had me looking through old files for likely candidates. Beautiful Blondes — Light & Shadow #26 —…
I see a dad, mom, daughter, and rebel son. I have no way of knowing if these wool-bearing critters were…
Fresh with the excitement of my first hand-colored photograph (Light & Shadow #35), I went back to Jim’s ranch to…
In 1992, I left the newspaper business to freelance as a commercial photographer. For a time, I shared studio space…
I met more people than I can count during my years in photojournalism. They were passing acquaintances, save for one.…
It’s a big deal when the Vice President comes to your school. These students shared a brief interaction with the…