A few years back I passed Will at Celebrate Medway Day, walking the event with a great old camera. I grabbed a photo of him then. Today he came by the studio to talk photography.

He’s an avid film photographer with a strong collection of analog gear. We went through my collection, talked techniques, looked at some of his work, and made an updated portrait. It was a great visit.

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Dan needed a new headshot today. While I had him in the studio, we played around with some other setups in the new studio. I liked this quiet pose I got in between shots above.

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Moose stopped by during student photo day at Medway High, and naturally, he got his own portrait. Here’s hoping they find a spot for him in this year’s yearbook—he certainly deserves one.

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We saw plenty today, but meeting Deaglan, his dogs, and his donkey in the heart of Dingle was a highlight. A busker in a Boston hat someone had given him. He offered to trade for my Reykjavik hat—a favorite of mine—so I had to politely decline. He was not very attached to the Sox hat. We chatted for a while, I fed the donkey, and his dog—balanced on the donkey’s back—posed like a pro.
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The last day of our trip to Romania was spent mostly in Brașov—easily one of our favorite stops. I made her sit and pose in the crowded square, cars buzzing by, people everywhere trying to figure out why I was on the ground giving directions to someone meters away. Then she offered to do the same for me. I am proud of her getting down on the ground with the camera working away in the masses of people. She looks a hell of a lot better.

Over the years, I’ve traveled a lot for work and photos. Together we’ve seen plenty, too, mainly around the States. Lately, though, she’s become a world traveler. This year alone, she’s been to India, London, Paris, NYC, and now Romania—all for work, with more coming. I love that she’s finally getting to see the world. There’s something about traveling alone that’s exciting, and she gets that, too. This trip was four days of work for her, with three days for us. I tagged along and got the best of both—some days on my own, the rest with her.

Our first trip was to Warren, Vermont, 31 years ago. If you told those two kids they’d be driving some wild narrow, narrow, roads in Romania together three decades later, they probably would’ve just said, “Sounds cool.” No one I’d rather travel with—which is good, because in a few weeks, we’ve got another big trip to get ready for.

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