Thoughts on digital files vs. prints for archiving photographs
My thoughts on archiving your images, and why your goal should be to see them survive your lifetime but not more.
Photographic holiday memories: A story from my book, A Place to Start
A story of a Polaroid camera for Christmas.
Memories from before my family came apart
Photographs and memories from my family before it came apart.
Brant’s and South Bend’s Miami Village
A memory of Brant’s, a five-and-dime store, part of Miami Village on the south side of South Bend, Indiana.
Postwar memories on Kodachrome
I scanned in a giant cache of Kodachromes that belong to my wife’s mother. They’re from the late 1940s and early 1950s, and boy do the colors still pop. Check some of them out here!
Dad was always there
A father’s very presence in his child’s life can create lasting security. My dad was a hard man and he left me with some issues I had to work out as an adult — but his steady presence in my life has always served me well.
Why I stay on Facebook even though I don’t enjoy it much
I’d leave Facebook for good were it not for moments of real joy such as the one this photo, posted there, brought.
I miss my father’s voice
I miss Dad’s voice the most. It was big, deep, rich.
The sounds of Christmas
Bing Crosby and Johnny Mathis form the core of my family’s Christmas music. It’s been that way for three generations now!
Memories lost, memories created, memories kept
I don’t dwell much on memories of my first marriage, which was destructive to all of us. But a few photographs of me with my sons there remind me that there were good times. And then after the divorce, I focused on building good memories.
Photographic holiday memories
A rerun, from 2008 and 2012, as this Christmas nears. Now with new photos. My grandparents always owned the latest Polaroid cameras, and they passed on that tradition in 1977 when they bought my brother and me Polaroid Super Shooter cameras for Christmas. When I unwrapped the gift, I remember thinking how cool the box…