Last year (and this year!) I had the honor of taking the photos for the ACLU of MA’s annual report. The report is here in PDF form if you want to read about what the ACLU of MA was up to last year, and I’ve posted some high res photos from it below.
The 2018 annual report was the first gig I did after having back surgery last year, and it was an great way to get back in the saddle after taking such a long, involuntary break. I drove nearly 300 miles, met a bunch of amazing people, and took so, so many photos. I’m glad I got to start working again by documenting plaintiffs, volunteers, activists, and lawmakers who are fighting for a better world.
I covered the annual Independence Day fireworks at Trum Field for the Somerville Journal last night. The evening was chaotic, and I’m not exactly proud of the United States right now, but the fireworks sure did look pretty. And it was good to finally do some press photography after a long stretch of mostly food…
Here’s PNDP assignment #3: portraits of strangers. I biked to Medford Square for this one. Getting 12 images was hard. I’m kinda shy, and this was a lot of people to ask for portraits. It worked out in the end, though. These days Teresa spends a lot of time in physical therapy and a lot…
The saying goes; one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Local artist Ray Bernoff has taken that proverb quite literally, collecting Worcester’s trash and creating artwork. Sarah Barnacle, Worcester Telegram & Gazette Sarah Barnacle of the Worcester Telegram and Gazette wrote an article about my Trash Paintings series. I’ve been collecting arts- and crafts-related waste…
“Wait,” you say, “Ray, didn’t you already write about the Arlington Reservoir?” Yes, I did. But there are actually two Arlington Reservoirs in Arlington. This is the other one.
I’m fortunate to go to college just one town over from where I grew up and where my family lives, and also fortunate enough to have a younger sibling with a license. Here are some impressions from an afternoon driving around with them.
I’d never been to see fireworks on the Esplanade, so this year on the 4th of July some friends and I went to watch them. The fireworks were pretty, but something about the whole situation felt ominous.