Looking Through a Lens by Robert Rissman

Here I thought I was alone at Vets Park, and I caught this squirrel looking at me.

I was up by Bill Botts field and heard someone playing Blind Willie Johnson’s Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground… 1-05 Dark Was the Night, Cold Was th

A view from the zepplin that flies out of Long Beach- It was like floating… surprisingly quiet and peaceful. It was more soothing than being on a boat… as the song goes, On A Clear …[READ MORE]