Work took me to the isle of Manhattan today. As the meeting was in Chelsea, I availed myself of the opportunity to walk the High Line. I continued south and crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, and walked all the way home.
Something in the air shifts, and I lie down with the cows before the rain arrives. It isn’t barometric.
I had vivid, authoritative dreams that told me to answer questions simply, without explanation. Stern yet well-intended: cut the rambling exposition. Some things don’t need it; some explain themselves. Still others—wait, there I go. (You see what I mean?)I woke to the wrong day’s weather, and didn’t have the sense or maybe the energy to rearrange… Continue reading simplicity & inverses
Recent days have arrived with excellent weather—sunshine. Birds tracing lazy smiles across the sky. Z and I have been taking advantage of it to wander. While at home the windows have been open wide. We laugh ’til our faces hurt, cackling chickens. In between we talk about real things. Life. Industrial streetscapes of Sunset Park He compliments me… Continue reading Interstitials
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
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
Two days of sun in Paris in winter meant nice light for shooting photos.
Some photos from my 18 hours in Brugges, Flanders
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