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The concept of Mushin was explained to me by a Japanese friend of mine the night before Sasha was born. I struggled for many years to...

The best compliment I ever received regarding my prowess as a motorcycle mechanic (I can tear down to the last nut and bolt almost any...

I used to return to the east coast once a year to visit friends and family. As time marched on, these trips stretched themselves out,...

Before we found our first home in Rancho Mirage, Phyllis and I lived in an apartment in Palm Desert. It wasn’t too bad, if you don’t...

If turnabout is fair play, then the more than layman’s knowledge of medicine I possess would make my mother proud. As early as...

Clarence checking his sea maps to plot a course of adventure for us off the Pacific Coast. I have always found it next to impossible to...

No, this has nothing to do about me and Karen D. on a blanket in the woods outside of Syracuse University way back when... Around 1995...

I did not experience much antisemitism growing up. While the line of demarcation between Jews and Christians was quite visible in...

The biggest difference I could see between my generation and our parents was the degree of self- reflection we would entertain on just...

Some of my professors at Syracuse University found me to be quite disturbing and disruptive. I tended to push the boundaries of...

Most photographs convey something to the viewer. Whether it be an emotion, a personal link to past history, or a dramatic revelation...

In the beginning, most photographers know nothing about photography. They have no cohesive vision. They do not understand the...

Certain events in life are pivotal, because they force an alternative reality upon you – a cloak or mantle not easily shrugged off. I...

The essence of street photography lies in the ability to masterfully capture a moment as it moves from not-yet-a-photo to is-a-photo to...

When I went to see my orthopedic surgeon prior to starting to skydive, he told me my legs would be ok, put I had to stop jogging – it was...

I don’t write about what happens on a daily basis as some bloggers do, but something happened today. Rarely does 72 hours transpire...

My high school graduating class of 1967 has proven to be unusually cohesive after all these years. While I did not attend the tenth...

When I look back on the people who have come and gone in my life, I am always drawn to the 1%’ers. I was fortunate to have been accepted...

There must be something to the cliché opposites attract. When I first spied Phyllis sitting in the control booth in the...

Working at the “Color Lab” on Yonkers Ave was one sweet job. Each printer had their own room. Printing was done on an automated enlarger...