We pulled into shore and dragged our oars across the deserted beach. All bright summers flame out.
I managed to catch this image a few years back on the closing day of the county fair. It always reminds me of an old bible verse I was taught as a child. The only part of it I still remember is the last line. And a child shall lead them.
A tired sailor stops for a rest on the shores of choppy Lake Ontario.
One foggy morning on Myrtle beach. Got up early to wander the dunes with a camera, zooming for signs of life. At last, a pair of ghostly silhouettes sprinting through the mist.
Downpour after downpour the lily stands resilient, clinging to that precious one day in bloom.
Beneath the famed pier in Old Orchard Beach Maine at low tide a few years back. I miss everything about this place.
Evening mist rolls in over the Hudson. I was lucky enough to be near the right place at the right time to swoop up my camera and capture this haunting image.
Taking cover under some trees as the sun splits through the clouds of a passing storm.