I’ve been trying not to write about or mention the Trumpster since he became president, but you know, I live in this crazy world like the rest of you and now I’ve failed. The reason[…]
From film, c 1990.
Under the West Side Highway. Compression effect of long lens. Circa 1992. From film. I went through a period where I was just looking for arches in the city. This is one of the better[…]
Central Park lake, looking towards the Plaza Hotel. 2004.
The underpass by the Bethesda fountain in Central Park. Photographed with a 4 x 5 large format view camera. Bethesda Arcade. I used the 4 x 5 camera for about a year before the labor[…]
I still need the cane to get up the two flights of stairs to my apartment, and for getting up and down. This all goes back to a bad Crohn’s flareup a few months[…]
We lived in a roach infested apartment on University Avenue, near what we called “The Projects” as if there were only on projects. I was about ten years old. Maybe younger. And was home in[…]
Had an assignment to get the marquee of the Apollo Monday night. It was the first little thing I took on since I got sick with the Colitis/Crohn’s syndrome again, maybe a year ago. I[…]
The city is always filled with little mysteries. Just about anywhere you look, you can find wonderful and sometimes odd puzzles. At first this looks like a company or guy named Rick went around the[…]
Cross to bear Filed Away Street Shot Bottled water — the Wall Street area. Early ’90s. Blizzard Crossing. Old man with walker crossing 86th street in middle of a blizzard. ca. 2005. From 35mm[…]
This picture became more interesting to me when I noticed the woman had a plant she was holding, the kiss was the main reason, and then the yawn. The baby is giving me the best[…]
Pictures sometimes take on a new context – as the external world changes around them. In fact, what were once snapshots, given enough time, become archival material. Clues to our past. Well, anyway, one the[…]
I don’t remember anything about the movie reflections in a golden eye, but dimly, figures come forth. Liz Taylor playing a not very nice role. And Marlon Brando playing some sort of perverted soldier. It[…]
A pretty awful title, I think. But a terribly sweet moment. Now that the “blog” is starting to come together again, I suppose I should start posting in it again. But I’m not in the[…]
I cut the cable plug (yet again) because the only two channels I got it for SNY (Mets) and some important news channels. I wanted to know the instant that the latest corrupt official had[…]
The smoke is from revolutionary war type canons being fired off towards Turtle Pond. It looks like a Japanese watercolor. The mist, is actually the result of a lot of cannon smoke from a Fourth[…]
Yes, it’s a weakness of mine. I don’t much like looking at photographs in a museum. Never have. I find the onlookers way more interesting. I don’t feel the same about paintings. I love[…]
To those who say it doesn’t make a difference which party you vote for – you were wrong. Can you admit that? I didn’t think so. For those who voted for third party candidates. You[…]
This ghostly station (was it Worth) needs some cleanup I think. From the Ghost Station project – not fully completed yet.