A Portrait of Maine

I used to live in midcoast Maine year round. Maine is a pretty unique place. If you weren’t born there, the locals will always consider you “from away” no matter how long you you’ve lived in the state.

The face above belongs to a man who, for years, was in charge of our local recycling facility. Like Maine he was always friendly but at the same time, distant.

Portrait Of A Zen Master (not)

The combination of a man arguing with his wife and some chalk graffiti for the background makes something that wasn’t look plausible.

To be honest, I like this photograph but couldn’t think of a good reason to publish it. Hence the above weak words.

The Old Book Seller

We went to Boston’s Antiquarian Book Fair recently. This post and the next one will share some of the pictures I made there.

This first one is of an old book seller with his eyes closed. It looks like he’s dead. Actually he was in fact very lively and looked like he was doing a brisk business.

Winter’s Blast

Another winter has come
your head and hands go numb
looking forward to the frost and snow
nights spent near the fire watching the embers glow.

Steve Katz

Hijab Lady

Going down Charles Street I came across a large bunch of tourists being led by a guide. One of them was this lady who I managed to photograph close up. To me she has a look of intelligent defiance. I like that a lot. I’d like to send her this portrait but odds are that’s the last time I’ll ever see her.