Late in the winter, late in the day on Bleeker Street, NYC.
From LA to the deserts 200 miles south, nine moments disprove sunny notions embedded in the Golden State’s psyche.
Over one hundred years separate two iconic views of Lower Manhattan, below, and their contemporary overlays.
Paul Strand’s Wall Street commuters of 1915 mingle seamlessly with the office workers and tourists of today.
A few blocks away Charles Gilbert Hine found a bustling Maiden Lane at the East River waterfront in 1896. Horses, dock workers, and sailing ships still fit right into this dynamic South Street block.
The winter sun is one of contrasting moods.
Strawberry Fields Central Park NYC. December 8th, 4:00 pm.
New York City’s Flatiron Building from 5th Avenue (top), Broadway (center), and 22nd Street (bottom).
I always found Cindy Sherman’s Untitled Film Stills both hilarious and unsettling. Simply as an entertaining exercise, I began saving snippets of imaginary dialog that popped into my head over time, adding fictitious TV Guide-like listings of the sort I remembered from childhood. As it turns out, writing the fake lines can be hilarious, but listing them in their context of time and memory is the unsettling part.
What kind of world are we leaving the next generation? These digital photo-illustrations contrast lighthearted figures with a decaying environment to provide one possible answer. We are leaving them, ill-prepared, in a society that may have seen better days. But the young subjects remain optimistic (or clueless).
Some images just belong together. Like human twins, the paired photos in the gallery below seem to finish each others’ sentences thematically, chromatically, or metaphorically. None of the images were intentionally shot to be one half of a pair, some were even taken months apart and were placed side-by-side later. But the family resemblance is striking.
This small island smack in the middle of New York harbor is weird and wonderful in a post-apocalyptic Mayberry, USA kind of way. Orderly yet abandoned 50’s era military housing, centuries old forts and crunchy-artsy commune all fuse to give bicycling tourists some of the strangest views of Manhattan available. Although now closed for the season, it will reappear from the mists of time and reopen to the public next Spring. Be sure to visit before it’s too late—Applebee’s anyone?
We are always looking through something, either a window, a fence or a screen, or maybe even a combination of these. But our rational brain sees past these obstacles to provide a seemingly unobstructed view of reality. Like breathing and blinking, it’s a constant that we aren’t aware of until it’s pointed out—then it’s hard not to notice the bold patterns overlaying our world.
Every home has an unloading zone where keys,mail, and groceries are dropped. It’s a table, desk, or counter top near the front door that serves as the port of entry for a continuous parade of mostly unremarkable objects. In my house the kitchen counter is such an area and it also works well as a mini studio with lighting and background that remain fairly constant. The objects in this gallery seem to be ‘caught in the act’—of what, though, I’m not sure.
I am always attracted to the dual visual worlds created by reflections; inside versus outside, darkness punctured by light, landscape meets still life. While none of the images in this collection have been digitally altered, the naturally occurring illusion is dense and at times abstract.
Seems I use the panorama feature on my camera for everything but those sweeping outdoor views. Really works great for group shots around a dinner table, too. These three photos are from the North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences.