Moonrise in the White Mountains, N.H. 2002

Moonrise in the White Mountains, N.H.  2002

The Hand Of God, Shenandoah Valley, 1997

The Hand Of God, Shenandoah Valley, 1997

Small Forest Stream, White Mountains National Forest, 2002

Small Forest Stream, White Mountains National Forest, 2002

Brooklyn, 1976

Brooklyn, 1976

Snail and Flower, Garden in Johannesburg, South Africa, 1994 x

Snail and Flower, Garden in Johannesburg, South Africa, 1994

Solstice, West Side Highway, NYC, 2018

Solstice, West Side Highway, NYC,  2018

My Stepsister DEBORAH S. ROBERTS, V.M.D. 1952-2018

1952-2018

June 20, 2018

RIP

Dr. Roberts founded Nonantum Veterinary Clinic in 1983 and shared ownership of the practice with Dr. Manning until 2018. She was a 1981 graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, School of Veterinary Medicine and received a Masters in Animal Science from the University of Delaware in 1982. Dr. Roberts loved the people and variety of challenges in general practice. She lived with her husband and various pets in Landenberg and had a special interest in land preservation, gardening, and everything to do with her family.

Somewhere in Queens, Dusk, 2018

Somewhere in Queens, Dusk, 2018

Sun Rising, White Mountains, NH, 2018

Sun Rising, White Mountains, NH, 2018

Toadstoll, White Mountains, NH 2002

Toadstoll, White Mountains, NH 2002

Amsterdam Avenue and 112 Street, Looking North in the Rain, 2018

Amsterdam Avenue and 112 Street, Looking North in the Rain, 2018

Franconia Ridge, White Mountains National Forest, New Hampshire x

Franconia Ridge, White Mountains National Forest, New Hampshire x

Clipper Ship Peking, South Street Seaport, 2018 and 1987

Clipper Ship Peking, South Street Seaport, 2018 and 1987

Location Shots for Portrait Session, S.A.G.

Equinox June 21rst

Location

Main Shot

Detail

Second Shot

State Road 9n, Hurricane Pass, Keene Valley, 2018

State Road 9n, Hurricane Pass, Keene Valley, NY, 2018

Playwright Tracey Scott Wilson, at The Newark Public Library, 2006

Playwright Tracey Scott Wilson, 2006

The Newark Public Library

Ten Portraits of Playwrights, 2009-2018

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Nick Jones, 2011

Annie Baker, 2010

Clare Baron, 2015

 Dael Olandersmith, 2015

Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, 2017

Maria Fornes, 2010

Tony Kushner, 2010

 Martyna Majok, 2016

 Christopher Shinn, 2018

Tarell Alvin McCraney 2009

Playwright Mike Folie, 2006

Playwright Mike Folie, 2006

Playwright Glyn O'Maley, October 10, 1951 – November 14, 2006

Playwright Glyn O'Maley, 2006

October 10, 1951 – November 14, 2006

O'MALLEY--Glyn William 55, playwright, director and educator, died unexpectedly at St. Vincent's Hospital, in New York City, after suffering a heart attack on November 14, 2006. Born in Providence, RI, to Meredith (Cooke) O'Malley, he is survived by his mother, his sister Gail, and three brothers Dennis, David, and Thomas. Author of 19 plays, his most recent New York premieres are his "war cycle": Paradise (Kirk Theatre, 2005), A Heartbeat to Baghdad (The Flea, 2004) and Concertina's Rainbow (Cherry Lane Alternative, 2001). his plays have been seen in NYC at various theatres including Playwright's Horizons, Lincoln Center, The WPA Theatre and the Rattlestick. He directed over 50 productions in major theatres around the US and Europe, including the world premiere of Albee's Men and Albee's Women. He was Associate Producer for the English Speaking Theatre of Vienna for 12 years and the former Literary Director for the Edward F. Albee Foundation. Having taught at many universities, colleges and programs, he was currently the Director of Education at the Cherry Lane Theatre Institute, as well as a professor at Lehman College/CUNY and Fordham University. His most recent play, Goodnight Mr. Jefferson, is currently under option for production. A tribute will be held at the Cherry Lane Theatre some time in January, 2007. Info on the tribute at 212-226-2020 and www.glynomalley.com 

The Playwright David Lindsay-Abaire 2007 x

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The Playwright David Lindsay-Abaire 2007

Excerpt from Rabbit Hole

BECCA
This feeling. Does it ever go away?

NAT
(beat)
No. I don’t think it does. Not for me it hasn’t. And that’s goin’ on eleven years.
(beat)
It changes though.

BECCA
How?

NAT
I don’t know. The weight of it, I guess. At some point it becomes bearable. It turns into something you can crawl out from under. And carry around - like a brick in your pocket. And you forget it every once in a while, but then you reach in for whatever reason and there it is: “Oh right. That.” Which can be awful. But not all the time. Sometimes it’s kinda….Not that you like it exactly, but it’s what you have instead of your son, so you don’t wanna let go of it either. So you carry it around. And it doesn’t go away, which is…

BECCA
What.

NAT
Fine…actually.