Overleaf

In my study of bookmaking, I learned a new word. Overleaf. An adverb, meaning on the other side of a page (a leaf) of a book. In practicality, this might look like the words I scribble on the back of an image (the date, location, subject or some other anecdote). The stories are explained in detail overleaf.

Taken in West Point, Virginia, on the last weekend of summer, these pictures are a bittersweet good-bye to the season. In this small town, the Mattaponi and Pamunkey rivers meet up to form the York River. The paper mill is the town’s largest industry and the entire town has as distinctive odor associated with the process. Dave and I have vivid memories of West Point as we drove through this town on the journey from our hometown of Colonial Beach to and from Williamsburg where we both attended The College of William & Mary. Neither of us were experienced drivers at the time, and highway driving was a foreign concept. So, we took the back roads from Colonial Beach to Montross to Tappahannock, on to Central Garage and Westpoint, and finally Williamsburg. The landscape was our map and each mile was marked by either the expectations of a new semester or the anticipation of a home-cooked meal and hugs from our mothers.

Lessons Learned In A Coffee Shop

Life is better when you clean up after your own self.

Put Dirty Dishes Here, Blanchard’s Coffee Shop | Richmond, Virginia | September 2025

Sugar and salt are essential.

Salt and Coconut Sugar, Hohl Cafe | Williamsburg, Virginia | September 2025

Pumpkins, like people come in many varieties. Welcome them all.

Pumpkins at Hohl Cafe | Williamsburg, Virginia | September 2025

Try not to take life (or yourself) too seriously. Laugh whenever you can.

Cartoon, ARC Thrift Shop | Hanover, Virginia | September 2025

Wounds Are Soothed

I had to return to the orthopedist for a repeat x-ray of my wrist and thumb. Good news, no fracture. Less good news, significant sprain. I’ll need to allow time for the ligaments to heal and that means limiting how often and how long I lift a heavy camera and lens. I think to myself, this injury is no match for my determination (or my stubborn nature). As if by divine intervention, when I went to take pictures today, I discovered I had left the memory card at home, still in the card reader attached to the desktop computer. Oh, well. I took a few iPhone photos on this rainy day and realized with great joy that I can practice this lovely way of seeing regardless of the tool in hand. The wounds from my fall are soothed. By the lightness of the camera. And the ease of the work.

Rainy Day, September 2025

Organically Obsessed

This is a feeling I love: being organically obsessed with something and sharing that feeling with someone else. Especially, when it’s someone who “gets it” (and by extension, gets me). I want to swap secrets and bond over mutual infatuations with things like taking pictures of cantaloupe or left over orange slices. That is, how to make pictures on those days when you don’t go anywhere or do anything that is even remotely interesting. And yet, still, this is the day you are presented with. And if you are like me, you are happy when someone tags along with you while you pick up fruit from the grocery store or gas the car or stop by the library. I am not trying to convince you that this is fine art or some high-brow endeavor. Instead, I am sharing an honest reflection of what it feels like to be alive today.

Sugar Kiss Cantaloupe, September 2025

Citrus Peels, September 2025