Posted on February 1, 2019
I really like taking photographs of people on the street with window reflections behind them. This shot is a good example of that. It’s out front of a coffee bar with the reflection of the city library in the background. The logo on the woman’s jacket serves as the picture’s title.
The natural light on the woman’s face is helpful too.
Posted on January 26, 2019
It’s always a pleasure seeing a completely contented person. It may only be for the briefest moment but sitting still and loosing oneself in thought should be a daily goal for all of us.
Posted on January 14, 2019
There always but ALWAYS is this damn digital addiction in our pocket or purse. It’s just got to be cut back. I’m speaking for myself of course but my guess is I’m onto a problem that you have too. I’ve deleted Twitter today and am trying to get my courage up to delete Instagram as well.
Posted on January 13, 2019
We’re in Petaluma currently. It’s a lovely, funky little city about an hour north of San Francisco. At 8 in the morning we we headed out to breakfast. As we were waithing for the restaurant to open its door, this lovely coupled came up and was waiting too. It was their 40th wedding anniversary and they looked radiantly happy.
Of course what they wore gave a clue that something special was going on. (They leave for Hawaii tomorrow.)
Posted on January 2, 2019
Sometimes a fleeting glance can tell a story. It may be not be accurate but so what. It’s fun to try to figure out anyway.
Posted on December 18, 2018
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.
Posted on December 5, 2018
This lady learned to play the tin whistle in college, in a class taught on medieval literature. She was playing on the bridge going over the Boston Garden lagoon. In all the times I’ve been there, I’ve never seen her before.
She was sweet. It must be the season.