In the evenings, one of our pleasures is to walk Corso Umberto I, the cobbled street that runs the length of the historic Medieval town center. We often stop to enjoy a glass of wine or two at one of the outdoor cafés. It is one of the things to do on a warm evening in Taormina. There are those who sit or strut by conspicuously, so they will be seen. Others, like us, just enjoy “watching the scene.”

I’ve always loved the way the light plays off this piazza at night. It glows. I ducked across the street from where Arnie and I were sitting and quickly did a vertical shot, using the …

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 …