Montreal Twilight Skyline

Meditation on Montreal

Just a few hours north of Vermont one of the great cities of North America, a feeling of Europe on the Quebecois plateau, glowing with vibrance, at the base of Mount Royal, the St. Laurence flowing past from the Great Lakes to the Atlantic Ocean.

Remembering Dad

Because my Dad died in 1975 at thirty-three when I was five years old, I never really knew him. I would ask family members and friends for their memories of him and they would recall a promising young architect who liked skiing, wood and canvas canoes, Porsches, airplanes, and classical music.  He and my mother converted a fire-gutted barn in Wallingford, Connecticut into a modern and stylish home that was featured in several newspaper and magazine articles.  He was also a serious amateur photographer who studied with Walker Evans at Yale in the Sixties.  My Dad left behind wooden boxes full of carefully printed black and white prints of architectural details, landscapes and portraits.  Through his photography, I came to know my Dad.

My Dad was an architect

My Mom, me, my Brother and Dad in 1970, Wallingford, Connecticut

Magazine article on the transformed barn

Dad and my brother Roger, Wallingford, Connecticut, 1966

Dad, New Haven, Connecticut, 1964

Libby's Garage, New Haven, Connecticut, 1964

New Haven, Connecticut, 1960s

New Haven, Connecticut, 1960s

New Haven, Connecticut, 1960s

New Haven, Connecticut, 1960s

Shrewsbury, Vermont, 1964. Dad bought land near here in 1963. Our family moved from Connecticut to Vermont in 1970.

Dad kept detailed records on the back of his prints

Dad and me, Cape Cod, 1973