Photographer based in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Renowned for the Modernist houses he designed in Hawai‘i, Vladimir Ossipoff set about his purest architectural experiment when, in the 1950s, he constructed a mountain cabin on the island of O’ahu. High on a ridge in the Wai‘anae mountains, Ossipoff Cabin was his personal retreat. Every detail expresses his design philosophy and understanding of the mountain microclimate. Restored in 2020, the cabin continues to exemplify the indoor-outdoor, Japanese-inspired style that Ossipoff embraced in future projects. Alongside is its smaller sister, Goodsill Cottage, which Ossipoff built in 1960.

Shipyard 3 Trail is located in Richmond’s Point Potrero Marine Terminal as part of Rosie The Riveter/WW II National Historic Park. Shipyard 3 is the only place where WW II shipbuilding facilities remain in the U.S. - six buildings and five dry dock basins, as well as the Richmond-built S.S. Red Oak Victory.

I love serendipitous encounters. I was making my way through West Marin headed for Point Reyes when I happened upon this wonderfully creative roadside coffee stand. The photos tell the story. These images were shot on my iPhone.

A colleague once remarked that in Kyoto, he was never at a loss for something to photograph. I found the same to be true. Interesting images are everywhere.

Nestled on a quiet street in Kyoto lies Kinse Inn. The centuries old building has seen several lifetimes: first as an ageya where geisha entertained at dinner parties and banquets, then as a ryokan providing guests with traditional food and lodging. It reopened in 2012 with a cafe on the main floor and a private guest suite on the second floor. Guests can enjoy morning coffee, ikebana workshops, or the occasional live event.

Hawaii is one of my favorite places. Some years back I was fortunate to have the opportunity to stay in a friend’s home on Windward Oahu. It was a dream come true- the chance to experience “old Hawaii”…

Movies are magical. They give the viewer a unique experience. In addition to my love of film, I love single screen theaters. Once commonplace, these gems are vanishing. I began photographing theaters thanks to a serendipitous encounter late one rainy night.

Poetry of the Ordinary