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Diary: Why I bought a 38


38 Holstered. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2018. Model: Sandy Ward


Photography and Text by Tony Ward, Copyright 2018



Back in the early 90’s, my wife and I were visiting friends at a party in Vineland, New Jersey, about an hours drive from our studio in center city Philadelphia when my cell phone rang.  It was a neighbor in our building on 6th street informing me that our apartment had been broken into and police were called to investigate.  I was shocked at first never before was I violated in such a personal way. Sandy (my wife at the time) and I immediately drove home speeding up 42 North towards the Walt Whitman Bridge. By the time of our arrival home the building was silent, no police in sight,  just a vague description from a neighbor that they saw a man with a tape player in his hand hastily walking down the fire escape and out the back door of the building.

When I entered the apartment from the garage, the rear door exiting to the fire escape was closed but not locked. There was no clear sign of a break in. Not a scratch on the door or a crowbar left behind. It raised serious questions as to who could have entered the loft without breaking in? A few things were missing; change that I left on the burrow of my bedroom, my fathers antique watch that he gave me when I was in college, the new tape player that I just bought was missing.  All of the wires connecting it to the rest of the stereo equipment was strewn about. My mind started to imagine and search for who the perpetrator could be? Was it one of my employee’s some of whom did have a key?

The next day I drove up to my father’s house in Elkins Park and asked him to go with me to a gun shop that I knew was straight up 611 just before you get to the Willow Grove mall. We parked out in front of the nondescript place, walked in and began pacing up and down the cases looking for the best way to comfort my fear of the break in. Thoughts of Clint Eastwood’s Dirty Harry came to mind.  I also recalled when I used to go out in the back woods with my roommate in college to practice shooting at tin cans with his 44 Magnum until one day he cracked the barrel by overpacking the bullets. The store’s salesman convinced me I didn’t need anything that large. The 38 Rossi was an adequate means of protecting my home in the event of another break in when I was home or worse home with my wife and children. I became a regular at the shooting range and eventually learned how to pack my own hollow point bullets.

Fortunately, I have never had to use it other than to enjoy the cheap thrill of being able to hit a target from a certain distance. Nowadays folks go out and buy an AR15 for similar reasons. Somehow I think that is a bit over kill.


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About The Author: Tony Ward is a fine art photographer, author, blogger, publisher and Adjunct Professor of Photography at the University of Pennsylvania. 

Portrait of Tony Ward by Ed Simmons, Copyright 2018

Portrait of Tony Ward by Ed Simmons, Copyright 2018

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Blink Optical: The Place to Shop for Eyewear



Marc Jacobs Eyewear


Photography and Text by Tony Ward, Copyright 2018



The best place in Philly to shop for eyewear is Blink Optical, located at 415 South Street.  I say this without hesitation mainly because of the incredible inventory they carry, upwards of 3000 frames to examine on a wall of eyewear that is almost overwhelming to take in at first glance.  On a recent visit in search of a new pair of sunglasses  I was greeted by a very polite salesperson who asked if there was a specific lens that I was looking for.  My answer was no but if I can’t find anything in this place – with all these choices – something is wrong with me. I proceeded to take the next 15 to 20 minutes carefully studying each frame by working my way up and down the aisle, from one end of the store to the other. It was a process where I really had to concentrate by looking at each individual frame, making sure not to miss the one in three thousand that I liked the best.

By the time I painstakingly got to the very end of the display I noticed a frame that reminded me of a designer I was presently wearing.  I pointed to the frame that seemed to stand alone in the crowd reminiscent of the contours of the glasses that I  currently use for reading. Out of the 3000 frames I selected Marc Jacobs eyewear. Now I have a complimentary pair of MJ, one for reading and the other for cruising.



Portrait of Tony Ward wearing Marc Jacobs eyewear. Photo: Dwight Ward, Copyright 2018.


About The Author: Tony Ward is a fine art photographer, author, blogger, publisher and Adjunct Professor of Photography at the University of Pennsylvania. To access additional articles by Tony Ward,  click here


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A.H. Scott: Percolate


Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2018


Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2018




Reclining there, she said, “I swear…he thinks we’re finished for tonight”

The one who stood replied, “For you, little stud….this night’s just begun”

We ladies have you as our toy and your obedience is our fun

Bitch in blue gave a smile, “I got dibs on his mouth”

Lady with those danglers upon her ears laughed, “Good choice…cuz’ I got dibs on his cock”

In her thigh highs, she snapped for their toy to kneel

On his knees, he was more than eager to please

Yet, pleasure wasn’t his for tonight

Twin bitches were about to set him just right

Pussy squished down on his chin and mouth again and again

Like a naughty girl riding a rocking horse, the motion was a hellish grind

Toy in the middle obeyed and towed the line

He had to hold his breath when inhaling her scent, as he wondered where the other one went

Sucking him off a bit, the other watched her sister in seduction riding his face

Tongue made a tawdry trail up from ball sack to shaft again and again

He squirmed and moaned

These ballsy bitches knew this toy would bring their pleasure home

Blue corseted lady was about to rock

Yanking it hard, so became his cock

His pole was ready for a pussy that didn’t pout

Hot as hell, she rode him and didn’t want him to pull out

In that boiler room, the heat of three sizzled

The fairer sex wasn’t going to fizzle

Ladies rode face and cock, as their tongues connected

He was being used in a way he hadn’t expected

Fairest sex was equality of eroticity

A hot fuck eroded simplicity

Bitches were top, while cock was bottom

This buckle boy in leather knew his place

For these ladies, thought of the fairer sex was easy to replace

Splatter of his cum in an upward shot came in a glistening, white trace

Few drops landed on carpet of red

“Lick it up”, Sexy face-sitter said

Stiletto bitches stood and waited for his mouth to do some work on that floor

Tongue did the lapping, as these impatient bitches’ toes did the tappin’

As he finished the cleanup, snap of command came

He sat back down on the bench, as the scratchin’ kittens decided to burn by their own flame

Watching he did, as the fairer sex took his breath with what they did to one another again and again and again

Steam heat!!

Stream heat!!



About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here:



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Bob Shell: Letters From Prison 2018 #6


Photo: Bob Shell, Copyright 2018


Letters From Prison: Part 6, 2018


Letters by Bob Shell, Copyright 2018


I promise that I will return to 2003 soon, but right now I want to talk about the more distant past, specifically the 50s and 60s. I grew up in the small city of Roanoke, Virginia. From an early age I was interested in science and art. Originally, like so many teenage boys in those days, I wanted to grow up to be a dinosaur digger like my idol Roy Chapman Andrews, the man who found the first dinosaur eggs back in the 1920s. I’d read all his books and couldn’t think of a more adventurous life. He once fought and killed a leopard that had jumped on his back with only his knife! If you like real life adventures, read his book Heart of Asia. The title has a double meaning, which I won’t spoil for those who read it. He was sort of a real life Indiana Jones.

I spent a lot of time drawing and painting dinos, but when time for college came I found out how few jobs there were for paleontologists, and faced the problem of finding a career related to science that would let me make a living. Someone gave me a book, the Handbook of Biological Illustration, and I was hooked! During these same years my father, an avid photographer, taught me to develop film and make prints in his basement darkroom. I must have been about 12 or 13 when I developed my first film. But I never thought I’d ever make photography a career. In my later teens I met the two people who would influence my life the most. The first was Andre Pizzini, who was an illustrator at the Smithsonian in DC. He was a classically trained artist who was doing meticulously detailed paintings of tiny moths for museum publications. Later he got me a job there doing pen and ink drawings of moth genitalia (really!! That’s not as strange as it may sound. Some moths look so much alike that they use a ‘lock and key’ system to keep males from mating with the wrong females. Only genitalia of the same species will physically fit, so entomologists use the genitalia as a reliable diagnostic feature.). Later I actually worked for the C.I.A., although I didn’t know it at first. I was drawing mosquito heads for something called the Southeast Asia Mosquito Research Project, which the Washington Post later outed as a C.I.A. front. But all I did for them was draw mosquito heads, honest!

The second most influential person I met through the first: he was Roger Tory Peterson, the bird painter/ornithologist. Roger took me under his wing and got me my first real commissions, to do some paintings for the National Wildlife Federation, for which he was Art Director at the time. These were small paintings used on their Wildlife Conservation Stamps, which older people will remember getting in the mail every year. As well as being my mentor in art, Roger also steered me back to photography. He had become an accomplished wildlife photographer himself, and was making a good side income from stock photo sales. He hooked me up with my first agency. Roger and I shared another interest as well. The last time I saw him, he was well into his 90s. This was at one of the NANPA (North American Nature Photographers Association) conferences, which Shutterbug helped sponsor. Roger had just come back from Antarctica, and looked “fit as a fiddle,” as the saying goes. “Roger, how do you do it?” I asked him. “Young women,” he replied with a wink, and then introduced me to his latest wife, who looked like she was in her twenties.


About The Author: Bob Shell is a professional photographer, author and former editor in chief of Shutterbug Magazine. He is currently serving a 35 year sentence at Pocahontas State Correctional Center, Pocahontas, Virginia for involuntary manslaughter for the death of Marion Franklin, one of his former models. Mr. Shell is serving the 11th year of his sentence. To read more letters from prison by Bob Shell, click here




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Diary: Portrait of a Jersey Girl


Alison: In her Bedroom


Photography and Text by Tony Ward, Copyright 2018




I first met Alison at a print shop in Old City, Philadelphia where I used to have custom prints made.  Alison happened to be an employee of the place and I recall seeing her at first behind a computer looking quite busy fixing a customers photograph by using various Photoshop tools at her disposal.  We became more acquainted when she was assigned to edit one of my photos in preparation for an exhibition of my work.  I liked the results and she became the go to person at the printer whenever I needed anything done.  

One day I visited the print shop and was taken by her striking beauty as it was the Spring and she was wearing a short sheer dress with little to no makeup. I immediately transformed Alison in my mind as one of my new models for a project that required the subject wear Victoria’s Secret lingerie.  Since we were already quite friendly and familiar she agreed to model for me at her home just over the Tacony Palmyra Bridge in New Jersey.  She also mentioned that I could select a number of different options from her wardrobe since she was a Victoria’s Secret customer. The casting couldn’t have been more perfect.

When I arrived at her door on the day of the shoot,  she greeted me wearing a simple bath robe slightly open which revealed her beautiful bust line and a well toned figure. As I entered the charming home Alison proceeded to give me a tour of the various rooms we could shoot in. Then we entered the last room of the tour, her tastefully appointed boudoir like master bedroom.  That is where we began this series of memorable pictures. 

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