Had a large wander last Sunday while it was sunny and 60º in Brooklyn. Around and about Williamsburg (where these photos were procured) including a stop in East River Park; Kent Ave, under the bridge and through Fort Greene, finally wending our way back to South Slope. Ten miles of walking on the first day that felt like… Continue reading More old photographs
Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature During my visit to this inimitable and fascinating museum, one of the featured artists being exhibited turned out to be Walton Ford. He's a painter whose work I first became acquainted with on an episode of ART 21 on PBS, maybe a decade or so ago. At first… Continue reading The Museum of Hunting and Nature in Paris
A few photographs from an early evening Sunday wander in Brooklyn. I clocked seven and a half miles that day, half of them in a mild drizzle. (I'd hoped to beat nighttime to the waterfront, but did't manage it.)
I shoot empty streets, cities without people. It's not a strictly conscious thing; I think it's that I don't want anything in the shot to ruin things, and you know how people tend to go around ruining things. Wait! That's not a very optimistic worldview. I don't really mean it. (Well, a little. People make things… Continue reading More moody Brugge, from the camera
Magic. Mundane, day-to-day moments where we laugh, feel some joy— share it and it reverberates. Increased joy. As they say, a candle loses nothing in lighting another candle.
Traveling, I almost only buy printed things, as they take up little space and are odd moments of history— lasting, and sometimes inexplicable relics. I found a bin of beautiful old family (and otherwise) crests in an antique books and prints shop in Amsterdam that Tineke took me to. Also, this old post card and photo. Below are… Continue reading Printed acquisitions from the trip abroad
Two days of sun in Paris in winter meant nice light for shooting photos.
Some photos from my 18 hours in Brugges, Flanders
Here are some more images from the trip; most of these are from the Saturday afternoon we were in Paris— my twelve miles of walking day. The sun came out in the afternoon and it felt like Spring. More color photos after the jump.
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