Those who knew my father never called him Charles. We knew him as Charlie. This gallery presents some of the photography that his family loved best. He was a man of extraordinary vision.
Nothing ever pleased him so much as being out there somewhere with a camera in his hands. Except, of course, knowing that people enjoyed his photographs. He gave away far more of his work than he ever sold.
I hope you enjoy this sampling of my father’s work. He would have liked that. And please leave a message. My mother will be deeply gratified to hear from you.