Discarded masks and gloves seem to be the urban flotsam and jetsam of the times. I’ve seen all manner of them on sidewalks and street curbs lately, ranging from cheap disposables to designer face coverings. The news of the vaccines give me hope that masks and the virus will be headed for the dumpster. In…

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I’ve been photographing a lot of outdoor dining setups in Cambridge, but the upscale Talulla’s  “greenhouse” cubicles struck me as the most sophisticated, replete with elegant table settings for two and a heater (a door, not visible in this photograph, keeps the heat in and adds to the feel of a safe, private dining environment.)…

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When I began documenting the pandemic in my area, I was looking for the signs of distress that we’re all feeling. I still capture them whenever I can, but now I’m looking for moments of relief from the ever-present Covidian cloud hanging over our heads. Like this image from a recent photo walk along the…

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For me, this image of a Peace Lily captures the spirit of the moment now that the election has been called. The flower is associated with reconciliation, hope, and healing. The hard work now begins, but I am more hopeful than ever that our leadership is up to the task of navigating through the challenges…

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As we await the results of the 2020 election, I keep looking at a composite image, Interlude, that I created last year. At first glance, it’s a mundane, albeit surreal, piece about waiting for the next train. But look carefully, and you’ll see that it is not a mundane scene at all—something is very much…

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This composite image, which I created a year ago, was meant to depict the concept of being suspended in liminal space. The crosswalk is the ultimate symbol of liminality. When you’re in a crosswalk, you’re nowhere, really, trying to get from one block to another. In “Liminal Space,” there is no discernible destination, no “here.”…

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These days, botanical photography has become my escape hatch—a brief respite from the toxic miasma that’s seeping into every nook and cranny of our lives. I’m fortunate in many ways, and living near the wonderful greenhouse at Pemberton Farms in Cambridge, Massachusetts is another item on my gratitude list (the Pemberton grocery store, our go-to…

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It’s almost trite to see a slice of life in the time of Corona and ask, “Who could have imagined this…X months ago?” But it’s still the question that runs through my mind every time I frame a composition in my camera’s viewfinder. Who could have imagined that we’d schedule drive-through flu shots administered in…

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On a recent bike ride along the Charles River in Boston, I came across a violinist and bass player filling the air with sweet jazz. I was especially taken by bass player’s facial expressions, even beneath the mask, as well as his fingers, which moved like fine-tuned machine parts. The pandemic goes on. And so…

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I’ve been hoping for rain for two reasons. First and foremost, Massachusetts, like much of New England, has been in the midst of a significant drought for the past four months. While this has led to lots of welcome outdoor days, the effects of the drought are evident—so many distressed trees in the parks and…

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