I have a friend who is very afraid of heights.  He gets nervous, then panicked, then actually shuts down in the face of any kind of perceived open exposure to unprotected high places. I don’t share his fear at all. I am known as the photojournalist who will climb on, or fly in, anything without…

I sometimes wish I were less transparent. I sometimes wish I were more of a mystery. It seems like my feelings are so obvious, and that the vulnerability from it could be dangerous. I was at a store recently. My former photography student Devon was behind the counter. “You look sad,” she said. “I am…

In a public setting recently, someone said they were, “a Christian first, a family man second, a countryman third, and a member of this group fourth.” His assertion was intended to express his life’s priorities, and I understood his point, but I don’t agree that you have to put them in an inflexible order. If…

There is a brilliant scene in Woody Allen’s Annie Hall. The character of Rob (who is also called Max) played by Tony Roberts, has invited Woody’s character Alvy Singer (who is also called Max) to sit in on a television post-production session of Rob’s show. Rob gives instructions to the technical director about where to…