Gallery

I remember my father’s darkroom, the precious place where he turned film into pictures. Filled with exotic pieces of equipment, it smelled of chemicals and home. I don’t have a darkroom. The digital age has allowed me to skip that step. It’s a loss in some ways, a joy in others.

2009

A Parisian Demon

2009

Natural Bridges

2011

Florence at Twilight

2011

View of a Venetian Canal

2011

Winged Victory

2007

The Bridge in Bath

2007

The Farm in Hingoli

2011

Sunset in Venice

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