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A photo narrative delighting in the coincidences

of unity and the world of doubles, duplicates, duos and pairs.

It’s not immediately obvious that this is a public display of affection that’s super explicit, even cheeky. Look closely…

A surprising moment of family portrait lunacy at a Dutch theme park featuring clogs as large as whales that looked to have nearly swallowed my two children!

Looks can be deceiving. In four days, they broke up for good.

My girl puppy named Hank stood at attention as I stretched my index finger like the drill sergeant teaching her the basics of suburban life…

Two rows of clothespins showcasing the foundational design structure of two. An inherent pattern. People naturally…

A couple together since the start and familiar with the on and off of life…

Everything from their hats to their feet let you know the women talking, could be there together a full hour and it’d feel like 15 minutes…

The window where the family traditionally sat and watched the street life in their tiny, windy cul de sac in Istanbul...

Anyone and everyone jumped or dove at Saint Peter’s Pool, a famous swimming hole in Malta's spectacularly clear Mediterranean Sea…

The pixelation and haze surrounding the horses foretold their fate, and that is why the inclusion of these opposite facing buddies in a field. The horses grazed in a pasture beside a public greenway in Winston-Salem where I walk often with friends.

Just another day with cyclists in Amsterdam.

Two honest to goodness Western rodeo cowboys, circling the arena after their lasso competition ended…

Neighborhood traffic on a winter night, red lights splotched the cold darkness.

California is dreaming on such a winter’s day.

Patterns of two, a family of four, a constellation, each pair took their own row, column, and seated positions at the base of the endless steps at Colorado’s Red Rocks…

The double stroller full of American children lined up along the parade route on the first 4th of July celebration…

Coliseum Drive in Winston-Salem is a 45-m.p.h. central thoroughfare in Winston-Salem, NC, where I live. It’s six lane…

It’s hard to tell with these two mops, are they just buddies who clean and rinse well together, or friends with benefits resting after a little afternoon tangle?

You’d think by their stance and gaze, there was a point of focus. A crowd of tourists, perhaps, or an approaching bus, maybe the opening of a market. But, no…

Good pandemic social distancing in this Romeo and Juliet pose. They were in New York City's upper west side…

Working in unison to carefully sit down, a practice and routine my aging stepmother and her home health nurse…

These two mutts hung out in my neighborhood in Malta, and at first I thought they’re too ugly to photograph, the space too dingy. But reconsidered after giving myself a good scolding for being a despicable snob. The dogs sat staring in opposite direc

Catholic school students in Madrid during an art field trip to the Prado. Together, they stood, looking closely at a massive renaissance painting, speaking not a word…

Was it the stark whiteness or the bed-like length…

Living in the second decade of the new millennium, it’s not every day you bump into a nun wearing a traditional habit…

The simplistic curving forms, shaped by years of use made the everyday wheelbarrows look lovely, colorful and at peace…

This is a photo of more than two cars side by side. It’s also a portrait of me and…

The merging of lights at night from the 19th floor apartment where Mark and I lived and spent hours staring out the massive wall-like window…

Found the matching driver and passenger quietly parked outside Walkertown Elementary School in rural Forsyth County, N.C. one weekday morning…

Placed against the vast walls the two windows looked like the pupils inside two eyes. Seeing the frames in that way may qualify me as...

I was walking in New Orleans along the route of a second line parade, which meant people, costumes, beads, joy, decadence, and loose…

The two faces conceal the older sister playing so freely with her sister and their frisky and photogenic dog.

In the darkening winter afternoon, I walked my dog and found two teenage sledders calling it a wrap for the snow day…

They row, row, rowed their boats ashore and then rested, paddles touching, looking out only so far into fog…

A lovely rooftop sculpture created echoes of herself in the sunlight. Self and shadow self, a pair out of every myth or psychology book ever written.

Dressed for another era and brightening the staircase they descended arm in arm at the Smithsonian Museum in DC. I couldn’t decide if they were Texans or Swedish.

The lights appeared out of nowhere on a foggy spy novel of a night. I discovered the scene at a neighborhood playground, a familiar spot, a place I’d seen about a thousand if not ten thousand times before this winter evening. It appeared wholly new,

There appeared to be two apartment buildings, but they were two towers that midway down merged into one undivided structure…

Shit happens.

From a final visit with the local legend, the folk artist, Sam The Dot McMillan. In his sixties, he began painting anything he could…

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