Everyone has at least one.
To my mind black and white images love rain. Puddles and water drops making their lovely circles sing in the wet.
They ran a BAA 10k marathon today starting and finishing in Boston Common. The crowd was huge and the runners knocked themselves out
It’s not about the tones or the colors. It’s about the lines and their relationships.
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The story of this image starts with a request by a friend to take a portrait of him. Not just any portrait but one for his obituary. It was not something I relished but how could I say no?
The day of the session I took the requested photographs and was preparing to leave when I noticed his wife sitting against a plain grey wall in their sitting room. Her face was a study in worry.
I only took one picture of her. This is it.
This photograph was taken in the Porter Square subway station Cambridge, Mass. When the trains let out, the long escalators are filled with travelers.
There is a great mural of old fashioned trains on the ceiling over the people. I very much liked the conrast between old and new modes of transportation.
The pen has been said to be mightier than the sword. I submit it can also be mightier than the camera.
I like the jittery shapes in this. They seem to set off nicely her calm appraising gaze.
The harsh sunlight and his dark clothing contributed to my decision to make a silhouette out of this shot. It was a shoot from the hip grab shot. The shutter clicked at exactly the right time. For this kind of shooting I just set the camera to program and the ASA to 1600 and let the software do its magic.
I took this photograph almost by accident yesterday. It came about as I was walking across the little bridge in Boston’s public garden. The young lady was seated on its top edge intently involved with her music. I wasn’t intending to take her picture until I had almost passed by. At the last second I took one quick shot from the hip and got lucky. Color wasn’t necessary.