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
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
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.
A trip to rural Pennsylvania Sunday through Tuesday, for the 150th Commemmoration of the Battle of Gettysburg. I worked on the visual portion for the opening ceremony, which was reason enough for my Dad to plan a road trip; Tara Lynne and I joined the expedition. I’d never been, and it was wonderful to soak… Continue reading The Museum: recent acquisitions
Henry Peters Gray, portrait painter, circa 1850 This and many other antique portraits (two more examples after the jump) live at a tumblr blog called "My Daguerreotype Boyfriend," subtitled Where early photography meets extreme hotness. Lotsa' fun, check it out. (Thanks to John for sharing this on fb.) Johannes Brahms, circa 1853, age 20 Ernest Hemingway, age… Continue reading “My Daguerreotype Boyfriend”
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 