Tom Andres The Telescopic Photographer Connected To Me

By Fernando Commodari, Ph.D.


Today (April 11, 2014 EST), in Tibbetts Brook Park, I met Tom who works part time at the NY Botanical gardens. Read on to see how the story changes when taking the time to talk with a “stranger”. He spends a good deal of his time photographing “anything that moves, and some things that don’t.”  The non-moving objects are things like flowers. He enjoys photographing the birds with his 300 * 2 fixed 600 mm Nikon DSLR shown above.


Tom also, recently got a phantom 2 vision drone. He uses it to take aerial photos and is just experimenting with it. The drone has a wide-angle lens that can see 140 Degrees and records 14 Megapixel at F2.8.


Now, the story changes. I met Tom in the park. I was intrigued by his serious stance behind his monopod, and I hesitantly approached him, almost passing on the opportunity. In the course of our conversation he told me he was from Baltimore. I told him that I lived just outside of Charm city in the mid 1990s while working at the Nathan Shock Laboratory (Gerontology Research Center ) of the National Institute on Aging of the National Institutes of Health (NIH). As it turns out, Tom’s late father, Dr. Reubin Andres, was the director for the first part of my visiting fellowship. I remember fondly, working at the cutting edge, in developing NMR micro imaging as a tool for studying small animals noninvasively. Dr. Andres was a jovial man who looked like Santa Claus, with a reddish grey beard. I met, and keep in touch with people from all over the world. As fate would have it, Tom and I were destined to meet today. Today, I made a new friend already connected to my past. Here are some of Tom’s photos:

From Tibbetts Brook Park, Yonkers, NY:




His drone shot of Bartow-Pell Mansion (


If anyone would like to have an aerial photograph of their property or whatever he can do it for around $100 and may be reached at:

Here is a link to Dr. Reubin Andres’ obituary:

I’m glad that I worked through my hesitation to talk to a “stranger” who, as fate would have it, was connected to me in ways I could not have imagined.


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