Posted on June 20, 2018
Let’s start with a formal portrait of a young man who calls himself Odz Nens. He has set up his typewriter and chair near Boston’s Frog Pond.
He creates poems for passersby on any subject of their choosing. Currently his entire income comes from this endeavor.
He’s a gentle, pensive guy. He told me many cities have street poets. Boston has a few. New Orleans has the most.
I asked him for a poem about street photography.
what eye wants. I’d like to say the story’s on the street,
though I’ve turned down
many a blind alley.
Industry anoints the street with oil.
anoints the street with
a halo unseen.
When the puddles froze over
in New Orleans
passersby took pictures
as if they were the moon.
Posted on April 5, 2018
Down on his luck? Yes. Drunk? Maybe. Make a nice focal point? You judge.
Posted on April 1, 2018
I wouldn’t call this photograph much of a landscape and it certainly isn’t a conventional abstract either but somehow there’s a bit of both in it and together they give it a rather other worldly look.
Posted on March 23, 2018
I’d like to tell you a story about this photograph. However there isn’t one. I just liked the composition. There is even the possibility that it might eventually turn into a black and white image. However that’s not very likely as i’d loose the snap of the red striped poles.
Posted on March 8, 2018
It was foggy today as we cruised down this beautiful stretch of California coastline. The cool gentle air gave the edge of the sea a meditative quality.
Posted on March 3, 2018
There you have it. What more is there to say?
Posted on February 24, 2018
It’s too bad this egret’s head is obscured by the bush but none the less its wings are great. The bird didn’t really want to take off and did so only at the last second, so I was able to get a pretty good closeup of it. I think showing it in black and white emphasizes the wings nicely.