Photos are visual spaces where shapes and lines, objects, and people come together. The palm of her hand flies up to the sky. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/converge/ Along the way, they also force the concrete and the abstract to converge: objects and landscapes are still themselves, yet already a little more (and a little less) than what I’dContinue reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Converge”
BUZZ…This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge asks us to share a photograph with something extra; something with unexpected detail that makes that image all the more special. For me … the unexpected detail is in this man’s expression. The sadness embedded in his concentration. This is a photograph of my friend “Buzz” writing poetry outside aContinue reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Extra, Extra”
A classroom in a village school in Hastings, Sierra Leone, West Africa. Sierra Leone is struggling to get back on its feet after a devastating civil war that lasted more than a decade. I took these photographs in May 2014.The civil war ended in 2002.
Where do we go when we die on the inside? Do we rupture our attachment to family? Our daily bread? Our ability to mimic breath? Jean-Michel Basquiat died of a heroin overdose at the age of 27 in 1988. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/weekly-photo-challenge-inside-2/
Illuminated cooking pots suspended from a 19th century building in the 6th arrondissement in Paris. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/07/photo-challenge-perspective/
Over the years we age and change our perspective. Through the looking glass. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/07/photo-challenge-perspective/
Are my dreams worth salvaging or should I abandon them immediately? http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/28/photo-challenge-abandoned/
In France I came across this sign: Provisional bar and occasional hotel. I wonder if this establishment accepts reservations?
In New York I photographed a man engulfed by spray paint.
In my left hand I am holding a broken shell. In the foreground the figure of a man is a blur. What is his purpose? Why is he unclear? Is he looking for escape routes above the moving sea? Am I beside him?