Proust would have known another case of "reconquest" by photography, that of the lovely Lady Evelyne Buchan, nicknamed "the Pocket Venus" by London society because of her diminutive stature. Like Misia, the Pocket Venus had been abandoned by her husband…

Music school provided a great photography education; that's where I learned to practice. And you do learn to practice. Practice in itself is a skill. Yet photographers are generally not taught how to practice.

Some old chestnuts from the legal archive addressing the problems of copyright and supernatural beings.

Ah, Bastille Day! An excuse to prop my feet on the table, crank some François Joseph Gossec (Perhaps the Grande Messe des morts) on the stereo, dig out my best-of collection of political pamphleteers

Earlier this week the New York Times retracted a photo essay by Edgar Martins with the note: "A picture essay in The Times Magazine on Sunday and an expanded slide show on NYTimes.com entitled 'Ruins of the Second Gilded Age'"

I've been away again for several weeks in Wyoming pursuing some personal work which included among other things photographing behind the scenes at the Cody Stampede Rodeo. I'm back home for a while and will be editing photos and making blog postings here…

It turns out that summer makes for bad blogging and summer in Wyoming, where I'll be until the beginning of July, is simply incompatible with any enterprise of this sort.

I've been broadcasting dead air here while I was in Texas shooting a large assignment for the Natural Resource Conservation Service (NRCS), an agency within the U.S. Department of Agriculture.

I have just finished shooting the first week of a five week assignment in Texas for the Department of Agriculture's National Resource Conservation Service. I'll be editing photos and preparing to spend the next four weeks in Texas shooting almost non-stop.