Deep inside our eyes, next to the dark velvet lake of the aqua vitreous, are cones and rods. The rods allow us to see in the gloaming, but only in grayscale. The cones are responsible for color, but they need light to work.
I’m an old man-not as old as Robert Frank was when I last saw him, but old. And now that I’m old, most every night an overflow of memories, doubts, regrets, images, and yearnings chew at my brain and keep me from sleeping. Still, come...
In photojournalism, there are two kinds of pictures. One delivers the news with shocking precision: The image of a drowned Syrian child washed up on a beach in Turkey; the spectacular, eerie stillness of a protester about to be arrested in...
