In New England, June often feels like the official beginning of summer, even though the season technically arrives later in the month.

Every once in awhile in street photography, someone sits down at exactly the right spot at exactly the right time and you get the shot you want.

There is nothing that can cheer up a house like a gift of spring flowers.

I couldn’t drive by All Saints in Peterborough yesterday without stopping to admire the beautiful granite church all dressed up in its spring finery.  

It’s been a proper spring day here today.  The Snowdrift crabapple is in full flower and the sheep are enjoying grazing on new grass in the filed right next to the tree.  

Boston’s duck boats are one of the city’s most distinctive and playful attractions, blending history with sightseeing in an unusual way.

Today, more than ever, supporting local artists—and the spaces that showcase their work—is essential to keeping a community’s creative spirit alive.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…with all the size and formatting restrictions of today’s Instagram, Threads can offer a better place to post your photos and videos.

April snowstorms are a familiar, if unwelcome, feature of spring in New England, where winter often lingers well beyond its expected end.

Income inequality in the United States has widened significantly over the past several decades, with a growing share of wealth concentrated among the highest earners while many households face stagnant wages and rising costs. This economic divide has intersected with changes in the political system.

Mud season in New Hampshire and Vermont arrives in early spring, when winter loosens its grip and the frozen ground begins to thaw.

By March, something shifts, and I find myself craving the scent of living things—the damp, earthy smell of fresh soil and the faint green sweetness of new growth.