I’ve been exploring my boxes (and boxes) of film photographs. And boxes.
I shot a lot of black and whites. Love black and white (have I mentioned that before?!).
So, here are a few I took at Yosemite National Park back in 1995. A day when you can wake up and say, “Hmm, what do we want...
Every summer, we travel a couple hours south for a weekend to visit with close friends of ours who are really more like family. They have a home on the water at a point where two bodies of water come together. A joining. Beauty abounds in all directions and likewise, storms come in from all...
