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...

In my previous quest for high key, artsy, simple Manasquan images, I did not include the following, which I feared would roughen the mood and break a pattern of affected softness....

One gets desperate. With New York City waters looking mostly like cold, milked-down coffee, the need for cleaner ocean eventually reaches a tipping point and drastic solutions are...

Like urban castaways on a brownstone island, we often take to the roof and stare at distant horizons, in search of wide open spaces, of a limitless view, of freedom, of distant...