In 2025, I painted the full moon every month in watercolor. What began as a simple goal became a grounding ritual rooted in observation, renewal, and time. The full moon is an ancient, recognizable, and ever-changing entity. It became a way to mark the year through light, atmosphere, and presence. This deeply personal practice continues into 2026.

I dug this one out of my old 35mm files. It was my very first photo of the night sky, taken in the summer of 2000. I was hoping to...

For skywatchers and astronomy lovers... 2024 had quite a few highlights. The arrival of Comet C/2023 A3 (Tsuchinshan-Atlas) was the...

The annular eclipse passed through San Antonio, Texas on October 14th, 2023. I was lucky enough to witness it from my hometown.

This is the view from my balcony as the Sturgeon full moon rose in the east.

A quiet walk in Brooklyn led to an unexpected encounter with Jean-Michel Basquiat, and a reminder that New York never truly lets its greatest voices fall silent. The city continues to echo with creative lives long gone.

An icy day gave way to an unexpected quiet after a graupel snowfall. As the storm cleared, cotton-candy skies of pink and blue stretched across the cold horizon - a fleeting winter moment that softened the sharpness of the season.

While birding near Fredericksburg, Texas, I encountered frostweed - an unassuming plant that reveals its quiet magic only on freezing mornings. As moisture escapes its stem and freezes into delicate ribbons of ice, the ground briefly blooms before the sun erases the evidence. It was a reminder that some of nature’s most beautiful moments ask us to slow down and look closer.