I used to live in midcoast Maine year round. Maine is a pretty unique place. If you weren’t born there, the locals will always consider you “from away” no matter how long you you’ve lived in the state.
The face above belongs to a man who, for years, was in charge of our local recycling facility. Like Maine he was always friendly but at the same time, distant.
This grove of trees is in Petaluma, California’s Helen Putnam Park. It’s a little less than an hour north of San Francisco in Sonoma county. To my eye, the absence of color and the muted gray tones make this a very meditative image.
Going down Charles Street I came across a large bunch of tourists being led by a guide. One of them was this lady who I managed to photograph close up. To me she has a look of intelligent defiance. I like that a lot. I’d like to send her this portrait but odds are that’s the last time I’ll ever see her.
Not my usual Boston-centric street-photograph but rather a west coast shot of some friends talking beside the sea in Santa Barbara, California. The reason I’ve included it here is that it can serve as an example of how a photo can transition from one genre to another in post processing.
When this image started out, it was in color and exposed in a way that my friends’ features were clearly visible. By converting it to monochrome and making it a silhouette, the abstract nature of the composition is highlighted, made even more striking by the arch encircling them.
We went to the Brimfield antique show this morning. As usual it was packed with booths selling all kinds of goods. The rotund man pictured above sold mostly antique rugs. He was a rather predatory, aggressive type who kept up a constant chatter with any person venturing near near his booth. At the moment I made this photograph he was resting, surveying the people going by for his next prey.