When people hear that I’m a photographer, they sometimes ask: Are you a black and white photographer or a color photographer? The question puzzles me ...

I stood on a footbridge in Freedom Park, watching the reflections of trees and sky in the creek below. Later on, I did some reflecting of...

My mother was born 99 years ago today. When she was just nine years old, she lost the mother she adored. After her mother's death, little...