Spending a Winter's day with nothing more than a fixed lens and a sharp little iPhone app. And of course, Joni.

Tom Newsom.

So I've run out of Polaroid stock. I truly love this stuff, and I know there are thousands of artist out there still working the emulsion. I also know that the camera (long dead; resurrected; on life-support; surprisingly fit for an old man) is coming back soon. So what is now an "artist's medium" might still be available at Duane Reade in the future.

 I'll hang on to my brave '320 with it's moldy close-up lens attachment and rheumy electric eye—when there's stock to be had, and a friend to sit for it, it delivers that seeping, off-color look I adore. The onecamera Flickr page has more...

Mr. Gilbert, with found object from a trip to Tulsa, OK. He has other interests, too.

I just got back from a business trip, this time to Tulsa, OK on some client work. One evening we managed to take in the Tulsa State Fair, which for any photographer is a kind of heaven. Would have loved to spend the week there.

Still summer in the city, but I'm beginning to sense a change of air. Must be my heritage that makes me look for scenes like this. Chelsea Piers, New York City.

As photographers, we tend to shoot a lot of frames. And with mass storage, a lot of what we have in the archives goes missing or becomes "invisible" in the hierarchy. They are retrieved only through search or serendipity. I was in Bardstown, Kentucky seven years ago for a workshop—this is one of the many characters inhabiting Boone's Butcher Shop, and I love the photo for Billy's reticence to be revealed, contrasted with the very public dressing of the meats in the back room.

See more photos of Boone's Butcher Shop here.

This is a publicity still for northfrkd.com founder Joni Rentz. I've been spending a lot of time on the North Fork of Long Island—will be posting images of local color soon.