My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

After three years, I am closing my art gallery at the end of this coming June. Simply put, it is time to get out from under...

"Road at Eli's" oil on canvas, 20x16 inches Outside of Santa Fe, New Mexico, midway to Taos is a sleepy lit...

Along the way in writing a blog each week, while creating 407 postings, there have been days when no subject readily arrived in my...

Color photography versus black & white. Each has value, and in this day and age of digital, we can have both. When taking...

THE DREAM speaks . . . sings, flows, is air, is water, flux. I am in it and witness, play along as an actor on it’s stage. I...

The coast of Sicily   “ Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest cha...

My father said that he never could see the “man in the moon.” The moon's face with it's big crater eyes and opened mouth ...

Dad, second from left at top My father, who died only two weeks ago, was an enigma to me. I always loved him, and he represented a...

It is odd, returning to my father's home in the wake of his death. The house that he loved is intact and outwardly at least, ...

Sometimes, in olden days when ships were powered by sails and breeze, it happened that during a journey, the wind stopped. ...

Faithfully writing a weekly blog has brought My Fairytale Life to the number 400 . That is four hundred posts; over 1000 photographs, en...