Seeing. Mexico City bus window during Friday afternoon rush hour. This photograph was part of "The Curated Fridge" Somerville, MA, 2017.

Rummage Sale. Jewels on a rainy day.

Equality. Manhattan, NY. Out of the countless photos that have come from my camera, for me this may be the most meaningful photograph I've ever made. You see, I've attended many marches in New York City over the years. One of the ubiquitous highlights of such events is always the New Yorkers' protest signs - a creative combination of wit, cynicism, bite, art, and brutal honesty. I captured this scene while waiting on 2nd Ave for the start of the 2017 Women's March. It is striking because here not one sign is visible, just faces...and only one very powerful word.

For Kahlil Gibran. "I believe that you can say to the founders of this great nation, `Here I am, a youth, a young tree whose roots were plucked from the hills of Lebanon, yet I am deeply rooted here, and I would be fruitful." - Kahlil Gibran, "To Young Americans of Syrian Origin, I Believe in You" Trinity Episcopal Church, Copley Square, Boston, January 29, 2017. On a day when thousands turned out to show support for refugees and recent immigrants to our country. Copley Square is the site of a memorial plaque to Kahlil Gibran, one of the world's most famous and beloved poets, whose family immigrated to Boston in 1895.

Brooklyn Academy of Music. My daughter took me to her installation, but when we arrived, this was the scene. Nothing is permanent.

Ludlow Street. Manhattan, NY. I love this photograph in itself, but I also love it for the moment it represents. Ludlow is a narrow side street, tree lined and full of cars, connecting the Lower East Side with the East Village. I was walking a little behind my daughter when I saw this scene well lit in the sunlight about 20 yards ahead on the opposite sidewalk. I knew I wanted to get closer to grab a picture, but before I could say anything, my daughter began crossing the road with purpose and deliberation. I asked where she was going, and she turned around and motioned to the scene, "There, because I know you are going to get a photo." She knows.

Harvard Museums of Art, Cambridge, MA. In a museum that contains familiar works by some of the most famous artists of the western world, an unnoticed custodian makes brush strokes of his own.

2nd Ave. Station, Manhattan.

Manhattan Bridge. One place in the fence was open. He stared and held on for a long time. Once I knew he was OK, we both moved on.

Fort Myers Beach, FL

No Words. Old Orchard Beach, ME. People often think this photo is staged, but it is totally candid...and something slightly profound that I can't really describe. At an outdoor restaurant, we were watching children pass time at a chalkboard painted on a fence.

Women's March NYC. January 21, 2017. Turning the corner from 2nd Ave onto 42 St., I saw this man standing on a trashcan overlooking the crowd. I hopped out of line and over the pedestrian barriers to get his photo.

Autumn Rain. Through the window.

Tears are Only Water. Montreal.

I was staring through the rainy windshield, contemplating a photo, when a woman pulled up, opened an umbrella, and walked into the lake to smoke a cigarette.

Logan Waiting for the Bus

Coffee Shop Yin and Yang. Portland, ME. I went to see an exhibit of my landscape photos on the walls of a coffee shop in the Old Port when I encountered this scene. I'm fascinated how this gentle photograph is almost equally divided...light/dark, male/female, front/back...

South Hiram, ME.

Brooklyn, NY

Ossipee, NH

Bisbee, AZ

Pulling Ring. Fryeburg, ME. Late afternoon light at the fair.

Phoenix, AZ

Boston, MA. While waiting for a bus in the city, I was attracted first by the light. Then I was seduced by the ads. But the more I looked, the more it became a commentary on women - and men - and what we ask of them to reveal of themselves in this world.

Bus window, Portland, Maine.

A quick nap while the train is stopped. Early on a Saturday in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn, NY

Keap Street in Brooklyn on a hot Friday in August.

Niagra Falls, Ontario. Surrounded by a bus load of tourists in the mist.

Well, maybe sometimes... Jamaica, NY