As noted before in this journal one of my favorite antique shows is held twice a year at the Mauricetown, New Jersey firehall.  It’s a nice little show with good food provided by the firefighters and their helpers.  And, of course, it’s a launching point for some favorite areas for photography such as the river front at nearby Shellpile.

I find it increasingly difficult to find things for my collecting interests but Saturday produced a winner.  One of my interests is  early American, ruby-stained, pressed glass that has been souvenired for my old home town, Atlantic City.  These were popular souvenirs purchased on the boardwalk, mostly in the decades either side of 1900.  One also finds them as souvenirs of other times and cities but my collection is exclusively Atlantic City.  I began serious collecting in the 90’s.  Generally restricting myself to one functional piece, i.e. pitcher, tumbler, stem, etc. in a range of sizes per pattern I now have 135 pieces in 40 patterns.  Here’s the piece I stole Saturday.

The theft?  Well, the last time I saw this beautiful and rare pattern was in a 2001 ebay auction when a well-known Moscow collector scarfed it up for $300.  I am not that serious a collector.  But, there it was at $29 and I had the nerve to ask the dealer if he could do any better.  (It’s what one does at such shows.) 

I used to have trouble identifying patterns because there were very few references for a collector.  So, in 2002  I created a website for the glassware with pattern pictures for reference which you can see by clicking here.  This site continues to average between 40 and 50 hits per month; not bad for a narrow, obscure interest.

So then, feeling pretty satisfied with myself, it was off to the river and the Delaware River shore.  Here’s the East Point Lighthouse located, appropriately, on the eastern point of the Maurice River.

Love that red roof.

Here’s the Meerwald oyster schooner mothballed for winter at the under-preservation Bivalve Oyster Packing Docks.  All sealed up but I could hear voices inside, probably doing interior winter maintenance.  (Note to colleagues: this is a handheld HDR composite, shooting into the sunny part of the sky, and using a clone tool to take out some sunspots.)

Some other images along the Delaware River shore:

Some wind blown chop on the beach.

A Tidal Swamp.

Look out! It's going to spill onto your keyboard.


As most of you know I maintain a set of photo galleries at  I launched that site seven years ago (compared to three years ago for this journal).  The site houses some 2600 images in 250 galleries (1300 images in 135 galleries are public; the remaining galleries are private). 

 I’m very pleased to report that last week I recorded the 300,000th page view on the site.  Thanks all for looking. 

Just as the falling tree makes no sound in the forest if there’s no one there to hear it,

the images don’t convey anything if no one looks at them.


I recently attended a workshop at Provincetown under the tutelage of a superb photographer and a nice guy, Jeff Lovinger.  Jeff and his wife spent several years in North Africa and Indonesia and finally settled some 20 years ago in Provincetown where they operate an inn and a gallery for their photographic art, and it is art.  Here are some images from the workshop, and more can be seen at one of my galleries by clicking here.

 The  above scene is at Highland Lighthouse in North Truro which we visited at dusk.  Jeff placed a great deal of emphasis on shooting to post-process with HDR (High Dynamic Range) software.   What one does is shoot the scenes at three to five different exposure values.  Later, the software can pull out the details in shadow and those in the light, and create a single image with a high range of light and dark.  It works.

The following morning we were on the piers to shoot the dawn and sunrise.  Again, this is a low-light situation which means slow shutter speeds.  Then, there were winds gusting 10 to 15 knots which want to shake the tripod during the prolonged shutter speeds, and/or move the boats, gulls, etc.  Nobody said it would be easy.  

And here was another sunrise scene punctuated by the cormorant just popping up from breakfast search.


 Then off to the dunes and tidal pools at the Hatches Harbor Salt Marsh.


The distant dune line was the peak of the bluffs that overlook the Atlantic.  Their marshes are  much prettier than the muck of our Jersey shore.

At the end of the day we were on the beach at twilight, a magic time and there were people frolicking on the beach.

For more Cape Cod and Provincetown images click here.


Last Sunday I drove up to Red Bank, NJ to tour a major (100 dealers) antiques mall.  That was fun but it was more fun to discover ice boating underway nearby.  The activity was on the Navesink River and I watched it from the venerable (1879) Monmouth Boat Club (this is a private club but I was admitted because of my LBI club membership).  In addition to the individual and family activity underway, down the river I could see a number of what looked like Opti sails flying across the river ice.  I was told that it was a regatta underway, something one thinks about as a summer activity.

The Christmas Tree?  To mark soft spots in the ice.  I was asked to bring mine out there if I hadn’t thrown it away yet.

And if you’re a convinced windsurfer here’s what you do in the winter.




On the day before, Saturday, I headed to the antiques shops in Mullica Hill.  On the way I revisited this old house which I had found and photographed last winter.  It still stands, cold, lonely and deteriorating … reduced to being a landing spot for turkey vultures which flew as I tried to get set up to “film” them on the roof. 

It was a beautiful day, not at all suited to the mood of the house so I converted the images to brooding black and white.


For my photography colleagues the image below was created from three images (-1, 0, +1 EVs) with Photomatix and then converted to B&W.  The result was pretty noisy so I ran it through Neat Image to clean it up.  (Fortunately, Neat Image didn’t clean up the pile of trash.)