I have a lot of film to process. Chemicals in the darkroom have gone bad and need to be remixed. But still I make sluggish progress. The Vespa makes it to Saint's Cafe on another crisp Sunday morning to bemoan my indolence with Gordon. Magic tea with...

Waiting in line at a traffic light behind a big yellow school bus. Out came the phone to record this moment and acknowledge the approach of shorter days and descending temperatures. Riding, even in these dark days, lightens the spirit. Go little...

Things always change. While many blogging colleagues endeavor to improve their photography I seem to be going backwards. At least for these Notes from the Road posts. On the way to Saint's this morning I made this picture indicative of the mix of...

In my dreams the road goes on forever. I gravitate towards empty roads and places off the beaten path. Standing in the middle of old Route 220, once a place of pandemonium and aggressive drivers, I feel at home. And also a bit surprised at how A...