Posted on July 18, 2018
I’m drawn towards taking photographs of older people. They have more striking faces than the plump, unlined ones of youth. Their eyes especially speak to the journey they’ve been on.
Posted on July 16, 2018
It seems that getting information from something made of paper is pretty unusual these days. Here’s a rare photo of a man, beating the heat, obviously enjoying something that doesn’t take batteries….Wow!
Posted on July 4, 2018
This guy has been around our neighborhood before. Besides being totally confused about his sign, consider this, the temperature when I took this was 90 degrees and he’s dressed in layers of blankets!
Bottom line, I have no idea.
Posted on June 30, 2018
“Take my picture man! Art is everything”
He had a good point. So I did.
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 May 6, 2018
He may be the nicest man in the world but I’m not sure I’d bet on it.
Posted on April 29, 2018