I remember when I was a kid. I sat on the edge of my father's car, waiting for him come home from his walks. I would ...
I remember the smell of wet snow on a blinding morning. Squinting through glare and steam. Battleship twigs wobble in...
The winter of 1970 in the Bay Area was not something I ever expected to experience- especially since I was born in 19...
Portraits
My life has always been a mess. First, my parents get into a big fight and are now divorced. Then I had no choice but...
It was his job to paint portraits of people. They'd give him huge sums to paint them. Just look in the mirror, idiots...
Whoever said a picture was worth a thousand words had never met Frank. The man had never met a camera he didn't lik...