At the Grand Village of the Natchez, they say the Sun bestowed all power to its relatives. It certainly was strong enough to make me too impatient and testy to…

An abandoned airfield in Brooklyn is the most surreal place Janet and I have camped. After twelve days in a high rise in Jersey City, hitting the road felt like…

In this case it literally did come après nous. To New Jersey. All I could think of was drying out Janet’s pop top. If I fold it down wet, it…

Long ago memories combined with fantasy may drive us more powerfully than we know. But there’s no shame in that. Today’s featured photo is Joseph Creek Canyon, winter home of…