Last year, with all the snow and torrential spring rains, the cascades were fuller than I’ve ever seen them.

Spring was also later than usual, since it took so long for all the snow to go. That put the wildflowers behind schedule a bit, but they were there. You just had to look.

And look I did, so I could show participants little treasures in the fields and woods.

I was walking up the trail with some of our students, approaching one of the many bridges over the river. They found their spots on the bridge and along the river’s edge to concentrate on water patterns, but this little blossom caught …

It was another another one-shot deal. The early morning light was changing rapidly in a small village outside Ronda in the white towns of Andalucia, those famous pueblos blancos.

We were working with our participants, encouraging them to look for patterns and dramatic light.

In a brief lull, I was standing on a bridge, watching some of our group and observing the light. I kept turning around, and the image here is what I saw. Even as I watched, the …

There is always the obvious to photograph. Fishing boats in harbors, lighthouses standing tall, sunsets and sunrises galore, Motif No. 1 in Rockport, MA … I could go on. There is nothing wrong with photographing all these things, but the trick is to make it yours, to make it different. Or, to …