We pick up the roses on their way to America, Montana, and Glacier National Park. If you’re bored of wildflowers – WHATEVER, sorry/not sorry – you try not to photograph them when their faces are as lovely, varied, and knowable as people. – – – – – – – – – – – – – […]
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. . . I swear: these moments within days within months become a motion blur within my memory now because they pass so fast. Nearly a year ago, I was prepping to spend all of March in New Zealand. For 30 days, I busted around in my crazy purple and green campervan, circumnavigating both islands and […]
The end of the novel: NEW ORLEANS IS GLORIOUS. Go there. Bring deodorant and loose pants. Thanks to David and Joanne for being THE. BEST. HOSTS. We had an unprecedented time. xoxoxo, my loves. Be well till the re-seeing. – SAW For the full gallery of all the images, click here. The password is: unclewillard
If a picture is a worth 1,000 words, I’ve just written a novel about beautiful, swampy New Orleans, Louisiana. We traveled all night, landed at 8a, piled into Aunt Joanne’s car, and were immediately handed cold beers that we popped practically before we were buckled. From those first minutes, as we drove past levees and […]