“Should”


Carmel O'Connell, me and my brother, Woodcliff Lake, NJ, 1992. Sometimes the strangest offhand remark stays in my head, forever. In the early 1990s, I worked with a woman at Ralph Lauren named Carmel. She later became a friend. Then I lost touch and I don’t know where she is today. But she told me,…

The Retraction From Life


Weaker, yet still alive, still able to speak, Louise M. Hurvitz was in her wheelchair, in the sunshine near the glistening Marina boats, when she told me she wanted to eat a steak. That was on Monday, August 18th. She ate a hamburger that night, and a slice of pizza on Tuesday night. She was…

Sunset on Woodcliff Lake.


Even now, just days after I helped my parents pack up their home of almost 30 years, it is still painful to contemplate the loss of the house and the community. I shot the photograph on this page, one evening, as we drove across the lake. The reservoir sits there peacefully, a calming body of…

The Tag Sale.


This past Friday, a company named Leighton Galleries held a tag sale at 25 Birchwood Drive to sell the contents of a home that has belonged to my parents since 1979. The cars started lining up at 6am. The old, cigarette smoking man in suspenders made his way around back and peered in the sliding…

Anticipation.


Lillies., originally uploaded by Here in Van Nuys. Every summer, the lilies pop up in this part of the country, and bring their bright colors to a mostly shaded background of dappled woods and stone walls. This was the high point for me, the most glorious moment in the short summer. A few weeks after…