I took about 30 photos last night for my new PBS Parents post, a little activity that takes all of the shoes left out in spring — the boots, sneakers, boat shoes and flip-flops — and makes something fun and educational out of ’em. I didn’t use this photograph, of […]
I asked for disenfranchised and I got it, in spades. Despite this one obviously staged photograph, I do not, as a rule, try to make photos in this way. But there was just something exhilarating about this dilapidated wall of outdoor public art in the Corktown neighborhood of Detroit, the […]
There was a photo I took in the fall of 2006, of the Bear in southern France. She was wearing a sky blue long sleeve shirt, solid blue with no pattern or design, the sun beamed down on her forehead, and the wind was blowing her hair just so, giving […]
Thinker Toys in Carmel-by-the-sea, a coastal Northern Californian town every bit as precious as its overly-hyphenated-name would lead you to believe, has a massive stuffed bear doling out free hugs to any and all who enter, to those of any age who find themselves in need of a bit of […]
Are the pieces of the highlighter yellow LEGO CD clock radio now in a box beneath the invention table that’s seen less action that a church confessional in a red light district? Yes. But that matters not because the 7 year old tinkerer spent that one week, some weeks ago, […]
With her, there are few rules. One pigtail? Makes sense to her. Off-balanced cuffed pants like daddy? Oh yeah. Purple and grey striped socks with rainbow striped slip-on sneakers? Why not. Kindie punk rock t-shirt? Of course. This 7-year-old girl has style for miles, from our home outside of Philadelphia […]
A year ago, this would have made no sense to them, and, frankly to me as well. It had been decades, after all. And so I too hadn’t the foggiest of ideas as to what the Forest Moon of Endor was or meant. But there we were, last month, hiking […]
This young lady is destined to do remarkable things. She’s got that air about her. She’s the champion of the world. Someday, sooner rather than later, I’ll be known not as Jeff Bogle, but as this young lady’s dad, and I wait for that day with open arms.
