A stoic water tower upon rampart on the roof of building 3 in the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Windpower on the roof of a new LEED building in the Navy Yard. Snow in Fort Greene Park. Yesterday I went to the Brooklyn Navy Yard to shoot some photos for a client. These were some incidentals shots,… Continue reading Navy Yard
fig. 1: (above) A grouping of two images from the Sunday walk in Prospect Park: Dr Seussian grasses of towering puffs on gaunt, weather-weary reeds; the sun's diffusion over softening ice on the lake. fig. 2: (above) a section of the view out my window, with fresh snow silvering the trees. fig. 3: (above) un… Continue reading winterlight
Some friends, also hailing from Rochester, have been scanning old photos and uploading them to Facebook. These are a few of my younger self. The first on was taken at the Clinton-Washington G station, probably in '89? The other two were taken at Mt Hope Cemetery in Rochester during a summer between years at Pratt,… Continue reading images from the past
Some abstracts of my new studio in my new apartment with Ben: wall above computer, no art on walls yet The wall above the Queen Anne (and Leg the UglyDoll!) in progress Get to work! And, some images of the Atlantic Antic last weekend. Warren, Kim and I shared a booth and hawked artistic wares… Continue reading October!
It can't be about me; I spell it Lizzie... Seen in the tunnel entrance to Prospect Park last weekend.
a dark storm sky against the light in the west Fifth Avenue North, Park SLope, Brooklyn. Taken Sunday, August 4.
Electrofork joins the Mad Framer in donating a piece to the Center for Contemporary Art's 7th Annual Photography Auction in Santa Fe this June. The above photo (24" x 18" print from an edition of 13) will be treated to a custom, archival frame by The Mad Framer for the auction. Check out the CCA… Continue reading Center for Contemporary Arts
the magic hour in the city of lights I realized this morning that it was time for a new background image on my monitor - something colorful --not black and white-- but not yet the greens of spring and sunshine... I landed on the dusky blues penetrated by oblongs of warmth: the magic hour in… Continue reading of magic
speaking of dreamlike images taken with a holga... As I mentioned, I awoke (awakened? the usage of words of or relating to waking are enigmatic to me; perhaps to most...) with a head cold; not too bad, mild congestion and that space-brain sensation. So I took good care of myself all week so far. Yesterday… Continue reading the aural backlash, and lost photographs
This, Blogger™ tells me, shall be my 166th post. It is a cruel thing, returning to a city on the edge of a heat wave, having spent the fullness of a week beneath fairer skies and witness to the Atlantic's infinite recitation upon the shore of a barrier island. Fire, was the island. (Fair Harbor… Continue reading 166. Return
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