Rockport Revisited

The small Massachusetts town of Rockport is a big favorite in my family. Long ago, when we still lived in France – in the days I worshiped rock climbing gods and thought maple syrup and peanut butter were the two pillars of North American culinary ecstasy – I remember family vacations taken around an endless foggy beach near Old Orchard, Maine,…

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Killer Storm

A few nights ago, at the height of summer’s temper, after a hot humid day and into a mourning night, a squall line ran over the city like raging bulls at a stampede. I scrambled to the roof to snap a few shots as the sky readied itself for a kill, dark, loaded and powerful,…

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