Good photos tell stories, or invite you to create your own.
The Good Life... strives to see the world for the beauty it can offer. The impact of a scene is best when it is both visual and emotional.
This may remain one of my favorite photos of all time. I was driving back from sunrise pictures elsewhere and jammed the brakes after I glanced to my right while passing over this small bridge. Luckily, there's no traffic at 5:30 a.m., so I reversed and stood on the bridge for a couple of minutes snapping pictures. I tried to touch it up in ways that would look like a painting, which seemed more befitting this image. - Main Street, Harwich/Dennis town line, Cape Cod
Winter, despite the freezing temps, can still provide a fresh perspective of our surroundings.
A cold sunset beyond a snow-covered stone wall.
Early winter along the Housatonic River
Massachusetts' oldest covered bridge
This scene was beautiful enough that I found myself alongside a number of people braving chilly temps and a stiff wind to admire the sunset.
As winter settles in for New England, the sky's color fades, more often pastels than the neon of summer. Given the quietness of the ocean in the off-season, the calmer colors are tranquil to enjoy alone.
The combination of a sunrise, scattered clouds, and a light fog made this house fascinating to drive by. Seeing the color through the upstairs window was the icing on the cake in this fiery photo.
Birds take flight on a chilly autumn morning.
30-something degrees seems a little to cold for sea kayaks.
This big and colorful maple was at the edge of an apple orchard. With the afternoon sun setting directly behind the tree, the leaves were lit up and almost neon, and the fallen ones scattered around popped with color as well.
I knew that day would be one of the last warm afternoons of autumn, and after taking my photographs, I lingered to enjoy the feel and look from the sun
Birch trees always seem to add to the feel of a nature photograph.
This feeder pond behind a grist mill was amazingly still on this crisp, clear fall morning.
So often, I'm photographing in the early morning hours, and I find myself either completely alone or close to it. But sometimes, someone else is around or else I'm out around sunset. Seeing some other lone person taking in that moment in a way that is meaningful to them can make that person as crucial to the photograph as the scenery itself.
Possibly my favorite photograph of the summer... an overnight storm was just beginning to clear as dawn broke. The tide was almost at dead-low, leaving just enough water to cast a reflection on boats stranded in the sand. Almost no one was in sight, quietly leaving this scene to me to take in and enjoy.
This fishing boat chose to stay in harbor on a foggy morning.
Low tide created a sort of graveyard of boats.
A thick fog settled over Hyannis Harbor, leaving only the first couple layers of boats to be seen.
This rairoad disappears into a bend in the heart of the White Mountains.
A small airfield is nestled into a quiet corner of the White Mountains
Late spring signals a return to boat season in New England.
The final remnants of overnight rain cleared out right at sunrise.
The rising sun shining through a church in Brewster creates a fittingly splendid backdrop to this lilac bush.
This lilac bush is in early bloom, fragile but elegantly beautiful.
Little Drummer Boy Park's Windmill partially blocks the sun
The rising sun beyond the windmill at Brewster, MA's Little Drummer Boy Park led me to jam the brakes, whip into the park, and stalk the windmill in search of the best angle. The sunrise waits for no one, so I snapped off a series of photos and hoped for the best. When I later reviewed my shots, I was happy with my brakes and photo.
Morning sun begins melting the fog off a cranberry bog
Evening sun sets behind a farm's fence
Old houses are so full of character, sometimes more so when they're a little worn down. But there's a tipping point at which they begin to no longer be salvageable. It then becomes forlornly beautiful to observe the slow motion implosion of a house or a barn. Yesterday's drive around central New England happened to take me past houses at all three stages, in order, which left me pulled over on the side of the road, appreciating the silence and wishing I could know the history of this collapsing barn.
I took this picture thinking it would be interesting to see how it worked, with the sun rising between the split fence post and on the other side of the harbor. It turned out that the camera focused on the close-up wood grain instead of the sun and objects farther away. For some reason, it also captured the colors in a way not at all the way they appeared. So, in short, the picture was technically filled with errors and should've been discarded. But the glitches also turned it into one of the more interesting photos I took this summer - a happy accident!
One morning, a storm was finishing and rolling out southward to the open sea, just as dawn was breaking. In Chatham, Cape Cod, the fishing fleet headed out regardless. Despite the low light, the conditions were incredibly interesting and led to a battle between photographing and just watching - in the end, it was a tie and I enjoyed allowing time for both.
This sunrise, again at one of my favorite spots, is one of the best I've seen in a long time. Aside of snapping a couple of photos, I sat quietly, sipping my coffee and taking in the view as the only person on the beach. - Corporation Beach, Dennis, Cape Cod
This sunrise had the perfect combination of clouds and blue sky, combined with a dead low tide and not a soul around. It allowed me to explore different positions and angles. This is one of my favorites because of the low vantage point combined with the perpendicular lines of sand and tide. - Corporation Beach, Dennis, Cape Cod