When the Camera Got Heavier

For most of my life, photography meant going somewhere. It meant putting a camera in a bag, finding a place worth photographing, and then figuring out how to get myself, the camera, and whatever other equipment I had accumulated to that place. Sometimes it meant walking down a trail, climbing a hill, wandering around a

Thirty Years Later, I May Have Been Doing the Wrong Thing

For the past thirty years, I have considered myself a landscape photography enthusiast. I have cameras. I have lenses. I have tripods. I have memory cards, camera bags, filters, batteries, cleaning supplies, and enough photography equipment to give the impression that I know what I’m doing. I have also spent thirty years looking at beautiful

The Trouble With Being Better at Building Websites Than Writing Them

I have spent the better part of the last thirty years creating websites, which sounds much more impressive than it actually is. Over that time, I have designed hundreds of them—probably enough to qualify as a minor case study in digital restlessness. I have built sites about photography, travel, hobbies, observations, food, and various other