(1991)
Mother and daughter, Media, Pa.
Nauset Beach, Cape Cod, Mass.
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-ras’d
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the wat’ry main,
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
— Shakespeare, sonnet 64(2003)Deep into the night, Erie, Pa.
(2019)
Posh corner, Philadelphia
The plight of the homeless is low-hanging fruit for a camera, and perhaps many or most of us in the early moments of the hobby succumb to the story. I did. Should the picture be avoided because it’s bordering on cliché? Or is it deemed cliché because we’re tired of seeing it? This is the corner of 18th & Walnut Sts., one of the city’s toniest. Only one person in this frame is really hungry. (1989)
Forgotten lives, Philadelphia
Resting in pieces 
Daughter of Francis and Anne (2004)
Snow in Northern Liberties, Philadelphia
(2003)
Afternoon stroll, New York
(1995)
Early departure, Coudersport, Pa.
(2019)
Field trip, Sainte-Honorine-des-Pertes, Normandy, France
(2017)
Forgotten storefront, Tionesta, Pa.
(2019)
