Tis the Season to be Foal-y

Tis’ the season to be Foal-y.

This is one of my favorite autumn images. I happened to have this costume with me as I drove through Norwich, Vermont with my mom to visit her cousin, who lived on the farm of my great-grandparents. The crook was a family piece my mom had, which probably came from this farm, and fit this second hand costume perfectly. I took it along for the ride “just in case”…

I had been obsessed with these bouncy ponies since about 2009 when I was in Vermont and saw a rusty one on a porch. I was determined to do a shoot with one.

This. Amazing. Pony. Was. Calling. Me. It was on my great-grandparents’ field below a tree, asking for a photo. I immediately donned my attire and created this image while my Mom and her cousin and his wife chatted about Covid, at a distance, and completely understood my actions were how I make art.

No questions asked. I mean…how cool is that when my second cousin and his wife are like “you do you.” as I stripped down and up on the side of my great grandparents house out of view of the relatives.

Little did I know their real horse photobombed me in his field behind me….making this the ultimate memory of the beautiful afternoon spent on my ancestors ground playing dress up while the world was still on fire awaiting for Covid vaccines.

🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴

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Happy 9 to 5 Day

Long story short…I bought this beautiful pink guitar a few weeks before Dolly passed.

I was driving through Long Beach and realized I needed a guitar for a self portrait Chameleon shoot.

I wasn’t sure what session it would be, but I needed it. I looked up on Offer up and this guitar called to me. It’s owner responded to my message when I was at her exit off of the 405. It was perfect timing.

She was really cool and told me to let her know when I did my photo shoot with it. :). I love that I can give her guitar a moment in my photo history.

When I heard the news that Dolly died, I knew this guitar had to be part of a tribute to her.

My favorite and first song of hers I knew as a kid was “Here you come again”. That is my title for this shoot only because that’s my special first Dolly song. (It could also be any song from her Kenny and Dolly Xmas album…or 9 to 5 as I adore those songs, too!).

When I went to the desert the week after she died I created this at sunrise. All of the elements came together. It’s my tribute to her influence on my life.

I had met Dolly when I photographed her meet and greet at a fundraiser in 2011 and was blessed to have a photo taken with her. The peace sign image below is one I never processed since 2011 and it’s cool to share today…on 9-25-26.

I’ve been a lucky duck with some of the cool souls my life has been aligned with. My self portrait Chamelon Shoots are designed to help me document my story of important moments in my life. Sharing with you and thanking you for enjoying my artwork.

There's Something About a Tent

As a kid, I remember walking into the circus. Before the show even started, that enormous tent transformed an empty field into The Greatest Show on Earth. It wasn't just a cover; it created an entirely different world.

As we got older, the tents got a little more sophisticated. Cirque du Soleil introduced us to beautifully engineered structures with climate control and an even greater sense of anticipation. But the feeling was the same. You stepped inside, and reality stayed outside.

Over the years, some of my favorite tents have been the ones built for weddings.

I still remember my cousin's backyard wedding in the 1980s. A huge tent was constructed in my aunt and uncle's yard, and while I don't remember every detail of the reception, I vividly remember my Uncle Joe walking around saying to everyone, "This thing cost me an arm and a leg... ten thousand dollars!"

At the time, that number seemed unimaginable.

Years later, as I became a wedding photographer, I often thought about Uncle Joe. If someone invests that much into creating a beautiful space that's only going to exist for one evening, it deserves to be remembered. That became part of how I approached photographing weddings.

One of my earliest lessons came while working for my mentor, Monte Zucker. After the reception had begun, he quietly carried his Hasselblad outside, set it on a tripod, and simply... waited. For nearly twenty minutes.

He was waiting for those perfect few minutes of dusk when the sky still held color and the lights inside the tent began to glow. When I later saw the developed negative, I understood. He hadn't just photographed a tent, he had captured the atmosphere, the anticipation, and all the work that went into creating that magical space.

A few years later, while working for Andy Marcus Studios in New York, I photographed a wedding at The Plaza Hotel. The ballroom had been transformed into an indoor tent, complete with grass covering the floor. As a 25-year-old photographer, I remember thinking this temporary masterpiece probably cost more than my childhood home. (Sorry, Uncle Joe... this one definitely topped your $10,000 tent.)

That experience reinforced something I've never forgotten: these incredible environments often take days to build, are enjoyed for only six or eight hours, and then disappear forever.

Unless someone takes the time to photograph them.

So, if you're planning a tent wedding, choose a photographer who is passionate about every part of your celebration, not just the people, but the details, the atmosphere, and yes... even the tent.

Because long after it's been taken down, your photographs will be the only place where that magical little world still exists.

Tent Weddings

Timeless Black and White Portraits.

I love it when Fisher's friends come to visit from the East Coast.

Fisher and Liam met online during COVID while gaming together at just 14 years old.

Fisher and Logan have been friends since they were little, but during COVID, Logan's family moved east.

Over the years, as they've both traveled to visit Fisher, Liam and Logan have become friends too. It's been fun watching those friendships grow.

These portraits of Liam and Logan, taken in our new studio, are some of my favorites. I love the depth of the lighting, the soft gray tones, the incredible sharpness of their eyes, and the powerful connection they make with the viewer.

Friends may come and go, but the effort it takes to stay connected across the country creates a bond that's hard to break.

If you ever have the chance to gather friends, family, teammates, or even neighbors for a portrait session together, do it. These photographs become priceless gifts that only grow more meaningful with time.

Blind Follower

A few years back this image was created by me when I saw algae taking over a local lake. It was during his first term and the whole expression “drain the swamp” was HUGE.

I assembled my vision of one of his followers sitting on a little gold couch, wearing a Vote for Rudy pin, red white and blue nails and matching jumper, eating the largest peach i’ve ever seen. Blind folded. Following their leader through every swampy lie.

Little did I know this image strengthened this month as the swamp literally is the reflecting pool.

60th Anniversary

Today I had to look through my archives of negatives from my Dad for a client’s book. What plopped out at me was a bag of negatives labeled Wedding Negatives 6-19-66. I had remembered that today was my parents’ anniversary, but forgot the exact year. It hit me that today is their 60th!

I held up the negatives one by one to identify them and immediately revved up my scanner to scan them. I kept the full frame, to showcase the 4x5 and 120 size and edging. ~ So amazing ~

Here’s one I’ve never seen before…I believe it is the most favorite image I’ve ever laid eyes on. Happy Anniversay Ma and Dad…I hope you’re celebrating, sitting by the Sands Motel pool in heaven, enjoying buds and some clams from Surf and Sand next door.

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End of an era…bringing us back to our roots.

In 1944, today, my dad was born. 81 years ago. But, I only see him up to his 64th. Some days I wonder what an 81 year old dad would look like.

I actually reminisce of him most from the 1970’s… He was my Buddy Holly. Strawberry blonde hair, thick rimmed glasses, and the man I adored growing up. I recently found drawings of him that I made while I sat in his darkroom while he was printing and I was on light-switch duty. He was the best dad ever.

Today was a big day at our house…my sis and I cut down our beautiful maple in the yard. It’s about my age or a little older. It was dying and it was time to put it down.

It was sad to see it disappear through my Ring Camera as I watched from the West coast. It was the second tree to go… Last year its twin across the lawn also outgrew its stay after 50 some-odd years.

Before my mom passed, I did two amazing Chameleon Shoots. The further tree incorporated our great grandmother’s phone. The one we lost today incorporated my bare feet and about a zillion leaves.

I am so glad I captured these two trees in my art. I think of them as my tribute to the years they gave us as we grew up…including second and third base during 2017 baseball games between me, my son, and his incredibly awesome aunt.

Sometimes, taking the time to do a portrait is the best time spent. I will miss these two quiet forms of life that we took for granted for so many years, but they will always be remembered by my portraits and memories… Not only these two images below, but all of the ones taken with my dad and mom in the front yard with them. Happy bday and tree day, Daddio.

Client Post… thank you, Christine!

“In this ghostly season of change, I’m reminded how beautiful transformation can be.👻🥰

Grateful for moments like this in Virginia City — a place where history lingers in the streets and the light feels almost magical.

It’s been 12 years since Ali did a photo shoot with me, and she’s still capturing elements I don’t always see every day — the ones that make the ordinary feel extraordinary.

So thankful for her eye, her friendship, and the reminder that some connections — and some kinds of light — only get better with time. ❤️”

#GratefulHeart #GhostSeason #VirginiaCity #ChasingLight #ThankfulMoments #FriendshipThroughTheYears

Waitress on Channel 3

“Waitress on Channel 3” is a self-portrait born from memory and imagination. Posed like the classic diner waitress from American Graffiti, I stand in my father’s basement near the remnants of his darkroom, holding the little black-and-white TV he once kept there. My lower body fades into monochrome, echoing the era of grainy broadcasts and the way memory itself flickers between clarity and static. The patched wall behind me tells its own story of time, repair, and resilience, while the pose and vintage dress channel both personal history and pop culture iconography. It is a work about nostalgia, inheritance, and how the past transmits itself to us—sometimes in color, sometimes only in black and white.

Pages and Screens

A self-portrait exploring the weight of memory, connection, and the way eras collapse into one another. The phone book, the rotary dial, even the stump I sit upon—all remnants of what was once essential. Today, our gaze has shifted, but the posture remains the same.

This work is part nostalgia, part commentary—an invitation to consider what we carry forward, and what we leave behind.

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Tethered Connections

Tethered Connections

This self-portrait reflects the afternoons of my youth, when conversations were bound to a wall phone and every word carried the weight of distance, waiting, and time. For Gen X, connection wasn’t instant or mobile — it was tethered, deliberate, and often stolen in quiet hours after school. Today’s world may never know the intimacy of those cords, but for me, they remain a lifeline to memory, friendship, and the shape of growing up.

Junking Our Couch


Once a kingdom of cushions,

a keeper of naps,

you held every secret,

every joke, every collapse.


Children bounced kingdoms

into your springs,

lovers sank quiet

into your seams.


Now you sit exiled,

your glory threadbare,

watching the woods breathe

their green, heavy air.


Soon the junkyard will claim you,

with rust and with stacks,

yet you’ll rattle with laughter

on the flatbed’s cracked tracks.


Because memory lingers

where fabric has torn—

a couch never dies,

it just gets reborn.


Northeast Airlines Crash on Moose Mountain - Photos from my archives

When I was a teen, I must have asked my dad what one of his worst times at the police department was. He told me that he had to spend the night by himself up on the side of Moose Mountain. He guarded the wreckage of an airplane overnight until crews could come at sunrise.

He said something that still haunts me. He told me that there were bodies up there, and at one point, in the cold and dark, they moved. It was rigor mortis setting in. He specifically said that one deceased person sat up. I am not a forensic pathologist…so I do not know if his mind exaggerated, under the circumstance, as he was in his early 20s, new on the force, and alone on a mountain in the dark after a horrific event.

My dad was also a photographer. He had his medium format camera on him. I never thought I would see the negatives he took…but guess what I found today….

These negatives have been in a box I shipped back from NH after his death. I finally went through this box, and saw an envelope in his handwriting that said NE Air Crash. I immediately pulled out my scanner and scanned them. (beats doing my quarterly sales tax I was supposed to be working on today.)

No dead bodies, but it was emotional looking at the wreckage. Here are three poignant images… wow. Since Dad died many years ago, I cannot ask him more about this tragedy. I wondered how I could investigate the details of these photos. Believe it or not, this is what I found on chat GTP. Check it out below. I love going through my dad and grandfathers historic images. This set of negatives brings me chills as I time travel 57 years ago to this tragic event.

My dad was not mentioned in any of the coverage, but when I read “Darkness delayed rescue efforts significantly”…I know it was my dad who stayed with the plane until recovery could resume at daylight.  

If you are reading this and you have interest in sharing info or retrieving prints from me…please message me here. I guess I missed the 50th anniversary of this sad event a few years ago to share these images. But, here are some details that I found…

Northeast Airlines Flight 946, which crashed into Moose Mountain—a small, wooded mountain just northeast of Hanover, NH—on October 25, 1968    .

 Crash Details

Northeast Airlines Flight 946

• Date: October 25, 1968, around 6:17 p.m. EDT   

• Aircraft: Fairchild‑Hiller FH‑227C (tail number N380NE)   

• Route: Boston → Lebanon, NH (stopover) → Montpelier, VT

• Location: South Peak of Moose Mountain, Etna, Town of Hanover, Grafton County, NH, about 3.8 NM northeast of the Lebanon VOR at ~2,237 ft MSL—approximately 60 ft below the summit (~2,290 ft)   

Cause & Conditions

• The aircraft was descending too early during an instrument approach in dense fog and low clouds.

• Faulty VOR beacon signals and confusing instrument readings led to the crew starting descent prematurely.

• It resulted in the plane striking the treeline mid‑flight, shearing off the tail and rear fuselage. The remainder of the aircraft broke apart and ignited amid rocks and trees   .

🧑‍✈️ Casualties and Survivors

• Total aboard: 42 (39 passengers, 3 crew)

• Fatalities: 32

• Survivors: 10 (primarily seated in the rear of the aircraft)   

🏞️ Crash Site & Remains

• Located along a steep, wooded ridge roughly 45 minutes’ hike from the nearest road. Wreckage like twisted aluminum and aircraft parts remain visible near the summit of Moose Mountain’s South Peak   .

⚖️ Significance

• This remains the deadliest commercial aircraft accident in New Hampshire history   .

• The crash led to investigations and safety recommendations regarding VOR navigation systems and non‑standard instrument approaches in mountainous terrain   .

Here’s a more detailed look at the experiences of survivors and others affected by Northeast Airlines Flight 946, which crashed on Moose Mountain near Hanover, NH on October 25, 1968.

🧑‍✈️ Survivors’ Experiences

“A Gentle Impact”

Survivors seated near the rear described the impact as surprisingly smooth:

“The initial impact … felt gentle and seemed no more severe than a normal touchdown … not a crash but more of a settling,” said one unnamed passenger   .

Others echoed this description, calling it “not a crash, but more of a settling” or “a rough landing”   .

Calvin Osha’s Story

Calvin Osha, a Texas-based insurance executive aged 41 at the time, survived largely by sitting in the rear of the aircraft. The front section exploded in flames, while the tail remained somewhat intact:

“I retrieved my glasses, and then noticed a piece of fabric burning near my feet. … The front end was destroyed—but the rear remained more or less intact.”

Osha witnessed mud inside the cabin, parts of the plane scraping, and then the fire ahead of him  .

Ten survivors escaped—nine passengers and stewardess Betty Frail—all seated in the rear. They exited through the rear service door or openings in the broken fuselage. Tragically, while 17 initially escaped the fire, seven later succumbed to their injuries before rescue could arrive   .

🚑 Rescue & Conditions

• Terrain & weather: The crash site sat about )57 feet below the summit of Moose Mountain (~2,237 ft MSL), in dense fog, rain, freezing temperatures, and rugged terrain. Darkness delayed rescue efforts significantly   .

• Rescue efforts: Some survivors managed to walk down the mountain to get help. Others were evacuated by helicopter, with airlifting beginning at Dartmouth College Green and transport to Mary Hitchcock Hospital in Hanover    .

🧠 Family Reflections & Legacy

Jeff Rapsis — Pilot’s Son

Jeff Rapsis, the son of Captain John A. “Jack” Rapsis (the pilot who perished in the crash), became a journalist and later the inaugural director of the Aviation Museum of New Hampshire. He often revisited the crash site to honor the event and advocate for aviation safety   .

In October 2018, Jeff and his brothers hiked to the crash site and led a commemoration. He described a distinct ledge of red‑tinted, heat‑charred rock near the summit as “ground zero” for the impact zone. Many trees and debris from the disaster were gone, though discoloration in the bedrock remained visible to hikers   .

Commemorations

On the 50th anniversary, dozens joined Jeff and others—including survivors and rescue personnel—to mark the site. Local fire department members recounted creating a makeshift landing pad on Dartmouth Green and coping with physically exhausting terrain in freezing, rainy conditions.

We Didn't Start the Fire

Burn It Down: A Reflection on Change, Rage, and a Hundred-Year-Old House

How often do you get to witness a century-old house on your childhood street go up in flames—intentionally set ablaze by a local church group, no less? The house was sacrificed, they said, to make way for a mega-church that few on the block actually want. The irony of that moment wasn’t lost on me. It felt like a scene out of a surreal, slow-burning film. Allegedly unwelcome, unquestionably real.

It was a cold winter day. I stood and watched, fascinated and furious. What I saw wasn’t just a house burning—it was a symbol of the time we’re living in. A time of erasure, of loud ambition that drowns out quiet history. Of power cloaked in righteousness.

This fire became fuel for something inside me. I began creating images that embodied the Angry Woman—a spirit channeling the grief, the rage, and maybe even a touch of Carrie White energy from Carrie. I paired them with Billy Joel's haunting song that echoed everything I was feeling in that chapter of my life. My own personal reckoning, captured through the lens.

Because this moment wasn’t born today. What we’re experiencing now—this unraveling, this blind momentum—started decades ago. We’re just seeing the flames reach the edges now.

And maybe that’s why a meme I saw recently hit so hard: God peering down from the clouds, the caption reading simply, “Next time, no humans.”

Some days, it’s hard not to understand that sentiment

11 years happens like THAT (Picture me snapping my fingers)....

Fisher and Logan became friends in 2014, and I loved taking them to adventures like the Long Beach Grand Prix, Zombie Fest, and our annual Santa visits. Logan moved away in 2020 but recently came back to visit, and it was an honor to capture a quick session with them. These two have grown into incredible young men—it feels like just yesterday I was introducing them to Dr. Demento and taking them to the OC Fair. Time flies… photography is the closest thing we have to time travel. 📸✨ #ProudMoments #TimeFlies #PhotographyMagic

Headshot fun!

It was really cool to photograph Tim Weisberg, last month, who is a radio host from Massachusetts. He had one of the first paranormal podcasts I listened to when podcasts started appearing on iphones around 2006.

Living in California, but growing up in New Hampshire, it was really cool to listen to a New Englander on his “Spooky SouthCoast” show. Here is one of the final images from our session last month.

“These are amazing! You make me look waaaay better than I really do haha. I'll be back for more”. - Tim Weisberg

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