Our African adventure began in spectacular fashion at the Royal Livingstone Lodge along Zambia's Zambezi River. The property itself felt like a wildlife sanctuary, with giraffes, zebras, impala, and baboons wandering freely across the grounds—a perfect introduction to the enormous continent's magnificent creatures.

Victoria Falls demanded exploration from every angle. At dawn, we soared above the mile-long cascade in a microlight aircraft, watching the first rays of sunlight illuminate the mist rising from the churning water below. Later, we hiked down to the Boiling Pot at the base of the Falls, where the Zambezi's waters collect in a swirling pool. Our descent was accompanied by families of baboons who seemed completely at ease with human visitors. From this unique vantage point, we also had an incredible view of the historic Victoria Falls Bridge spanning the gorge.

Cape May: Footsteps on the Beach at Sunrise

The discovery happened unexpectedly, as the best ones often do. During a cooking class in Cape Town, South Africa, I slipped away for a moment of refuge—sometimes I need a break from the kitchen—and wandered into a small adjacent coffee shop. On the wall hung something remarkable: an image that existed in the space between photograph and painting. It had visible brushstrokes yet none of the textured depth of oil on canvas. A photograph, transformed.

In the pre-dawn darkness at 6 AM, three game trucks departed into the cold African morning, their passengers bundled in blankets with hot water bottles clutched close. We were hunting for ghosts—an elusive lion pride that had been leaving tantalizing tracks throughout the reserve. Our guides and trackers had been piecing together clues from recent days: paw prints in the dust, territorial markings, and the ancient pull of water sources that would inevitably draw the pride from their hiding places.

Could You Watch a Bullfight?

I pondered the question as I stood before Málaga's Plaza de Toros de La Malagueta, its ochre walls catching the morning light. I'd spotted the bullring from the ancient Alcazaba during an early morning walk—a circlular shape rising from the modern cityscape like something from another century. The contrast was jarring enough to pull me down from the fortress for a closer look.

The finished image is a surreal, almost meditative vision of flight: a lone aircraft floating above the clouds, seemingly heading toward the unknown.

On our final day in Andalusia, fate delivered the perfect farewell gift. After spending the afternoon touring Malaga's bullring—where I'd learned just enough about matadors to appreciate their bravery and question their sanity—I was strolling back to our hotel, the Palacio Solecio, when the church doors across the narrow street burst open with music and excitement.

Morning Beach Chase: A Serendipitous Moment in Cape May

One morning in Cape May, while photographing flocks of skimmers against the backdrop of the ocean, I captured what would become one of my favorite images. I had been documenting these elegant birds for weeks as they glided over the waves, silhouetted against the rising sun, and weaving between surfers. Then, serendipity struck.

August 15, 2019

Doors Off! The Ultimate NYC Photo Experience

There's an exhilarating freedom that comes with helicopter photography over Manhattan—especially when there's nothing between you and the iconic skyline. But capturing these breathtaking aerial perspectives requires careful planning well before you're strapped in and hovering above the city.  And the dual harnesses are very impressive!

On a hike to the summit at Jackon Hole we encountered a charming chipmunk I immediately dubbed "Rock Star." The little performer posed confidently atop a boulder, displaying perfect composure as I framed several shots. After graciously modeling for a few minutes, Rock Star gave what I could swear was a final nod before disappearing back into the rocky crevice that served as home.

My Moynihan Train Hall Collection of photographs captures the poignant and vibrant moments of travelers waiting for their trains to depart Moynihan Train Hall. Through these images, I aim to explore the diversity and humanity of the passengers, along with the architectural grandeur of the hall.

Meandering through the sun-dappled countryside of Puglia on a balmy May afternoon in 2024, I found myself blissfully alone on a quiet road just north of Lecce. My cycling group had pedaled ahead while I, predictably, had paused to capture some fleeting detail of the Italian landscape through my lens. This fortuitous solitude led to an unexpected encounter that would become one of my most treasured memories of the trip.

The Morristown Train Station has become my local photographic sanctuary—a place where the mundane transforms into the magical through my viewfinder. There's an electric anticipation that fills the air as the NJ Transit train approaches, its final destination the bustling hub of Penn Station in New York City. The station platform becomes my stage, offering a different performance with each visit.