It amazes me what some people can produce when they photograph in New York City. It takes a certain kind of genius to capture little moments in a city larger than life in such a way that makes the viewer react on a purely gut level. With their photos you can literally feel the sights and sounds of a particular (more…)
I love sushi.
Before I discovered I loved sushi I hated sushi. This was curious considering I had never eaten it. Generally I consider myself an open-minded person. Yet when it came to this particular Japanese delight my mind slammed shut tighter than Scrooge’s wallet. It’s a belief I stuck with for a long time for the silliest of reasons: an imagined reaction. I imagined once a piece of sushi hit my mouth I would (more…)
Digging into the archives for a few last glimpses of summer sensations…
These photos were taken in August 2009 and August 2010 on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, in and around the town of Corolla. I hope they fill you with warmth as we head deeper into autumn.
All week I’ve meant to get out after work and take advantage of this gorgeous late afternoon autumn light. For whatever reasons, it didn’t come to pass until today when Red and I scooted over to a local park before the sun sank below the tree line. This park contains a wonderful rose garden which is quite a feast of sight and scent when in full bloom. By October many of the roses are gone and those which remain are (more…)
Sparta, NJ
New Jersey has always had an image problem, to put it mildly. I suppose it has gotten worse over the past several years with the rash of television shows which reinforce every negative stereotype about the state. But that’s okay. We’re used to being misperceived, misunderstood, and misdemeanored. When many people consider you nothing more than a necessary evil to endure on a trip from New York to Philadelphia these things happen. And why anyone would make the trip in (more…)
I came across this photo in a box filled with old prints and negatives. I completely forgot it existed until I stumbled upon it. I don’t know the circumstances around it. I don’t know where or when it was shot, although I’m pretty confident it was sometime in the 1960’s. I don’t know who the man sitting in the chair is, but I do know the man leaning into the room. He was my dad’s friend, John. He had a long surname with lots of consonants. I only knew him as (more…)
I read minds. It is one of my more brilliant talents, but no one here in the square knows that. They notice me, but I’m a passing consideration, almost invisible. Young or old, makes no difference. They see an old man eating chips in the Durham Markets and this fleeting thought comes to them: “Poor sod. Spends his days watching the world pass by. How sad and pathetic.” For that brief instant the young can’t hide their mocking scorn as easily as the older ones mask their pity. A long forgotten man, probably worked the mills, set out to pasture. That’s what they (more…)
When I’m tooling around with a camera it’s pretty tough to catch Red in an unguarded moment. She has a sixth, seventh and eighth sense which alerts her when I’m pointing my camera in her direction. The result? She assumes a variety of amusing (if quite affected) poses. She’s perfected the gang sign pose, the incredulous pose, the cheesy smile pose, the pouty pose and a several others which I can’t rightly describe. The countless stockpiled photos of her demoing these various “looks” are, of course, precious to me. However, the photos which I most treasure are (more…)
One unmistakable social change over the past decade is the proliferation of photography. Thanks to digital technology we have smartphones with cameras, pocket-sized point and shooters, and DSLRs. Many purists also still use film cameras. This technological leap has made it extremely (more…)
We recently went to England, more specifically West Yorkshire, on holiday. It was our second extended trip there since October and I’m quite certain not our last. With family living in Ilkley, a small, somewhat prosperous town smack in the middle of Brontë Country, we’re pretty much rooted there. You know Brontë Country. Windswept moors. Narrow, steep footpaths. Hard earned wisdom seeping (more…)
Trask Avenue 