Hudson, NY

Hudson has always felt like a place apart. I’ve visited many times over the years, often with my late wife, Elizabeth, when we would stay in bed and breakfasts for a couples’ retreat every May. My last trip there, not long after she passed, was a way to clear my head and steady my emotions.

What first drew me to this small town on the Hudson River was its sense of history. Once a whaling town, many of the buildings from that era still stand, giving Hudson the feeling of being almost frozen in time. Walking those streets, I often think of one of my photographic heroes, Walker Evans, and imagine what he might have seen here if he had photographed this town. While I may not have his precision, I share his way of looking—trying to find the quiet beauty in places that hold both memory and history. Hudson continues to be that kind of place for me.