Posted on August 15, 2018
This guy’s extraordinary. He’s been selling these papers on the street for 30 years. Today he told me he had attended a “goin home” celebration last night. What? A “goin home” celebration is when a born again member of his church dies and goes home to God.
It’s a lovely thought.
Posted on July 3, 2018
I have no idea of what’s actually going on here but I like the confluence of shapes.
Posted on June 23, 2018
Here is a window cleaning guy hoisting a bucket up to his buddy. Nothing particularly dramatic going on but the yellow coat, the absence of other figures and his pose certainly helps.
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.