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Pool Pinhole Series – Placing a pinhole cover on my digital camera, I captured the motion of both the water and the swimmer in a public pool. There is no viewfinder on this camera, so each image is a surprise. The accident of light, shadow and movement pushed though a tiny hole give these pictures an amorphous, dreamy look. These are colors of summertime punctuated with the fluid motion and odd positions that bodies in water achieve. These photographs are printed on handmade heavyweight watercolor paper.

Herring Cove Series – It’s a short drive from my home in Provincetown to Herring Cove Beach. During the summer I go there several times a day to capture both the light as it changes with the hour and the weather, and the constant parade of beach-goers who use the bathhouse and visit the adjacent snack bar. I’ve hung around there so long, I’ve almost become part of the scenery, so people rarely notice me visually eavesdropping on their comings and goings. Each day brings new possibilities – characters (as only Provincetown can provide), mini-dramas, mysteries, partings and reunions. In each of these photographs I have tried to capture what Constantine Manos calls “a magic moment.”

The Fenway Series – When people say baseball is their ‘passion’ they are usually referring to the sport and the teams. While I dearly (and yes, passionately) love the sport and the teams, for me the stadium (particularly Fenway Park) and the fans are the first and foremost objects of my interest. I have spent the last season photographing in and around Fenway Park with the goal of capturing small moments that describe, in a picture rather than words, what the place is really all about. What these pictures show - the noise, the gloomy underbelly of the stadium, the glare of the light towers, the smell of beer mixed with cotton candy and grilled sausages, the fervor of the fans when we are winning, the looks of devastation when we aren’t - sustain me when the season is over, and remind me (as we always say when we lose on opening day), “there’s always next year.”