Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Redlands, between Orange and Fifth, Citrus and State Streets
More with the point and shoot; think of them as photographic sketches.
Click on them, though, and you'll notice it is possible to get decent detail with a P&S: the peeling paint on the counterweight in the B&W shot, the grain in the plywood of the shed, the texture of the cement in the F.W. Woolworth sign. And I downsized them for the web!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Have dripping clouds always been around...
Thursday, August 20, 2009
A few photos from 1979-83
I found these images when I was going through some boxes.
They were taken between 25 and 30 years ago with a Konica T4 35mm SLR. I sent them this past week via mail to NCPS and had them scanned.
The little girl stood in a fountain in downtown Detroit in 1983.
I shot the image of the cabin at dawn on the tail end of a non-stop drive from Chicago to Worcester, MA, 1980.
The Grand Canyon in mid 1980.
The "open" sign comes from Ogunquit ME 1979.
They were taken between 25 and 30 years ago with a Konica T4 35mm SLR. I sent them this past week via mail to NCPS and had them scanned.
The little girl stood in a fountain in downtown Detroit in 1983.
I shot the image of the cabin at dawn on the tail end of a non-stop drive from Chicago to Worcester, MA, 1980.
The Grand Canyon in mid 1980.
The "open" sign comes from Ogunquit ME 1979.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Trompe l'oeil
Saturday, July 18, 2009
My 5 year-old son took this picture
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Newport Beach - art the tide makes
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Light
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Waterfall
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
James told me to shoot this
James and I were lying side by side on the ground at a local park, staring up at the canopy of trees.
I tried to take a "myspace" - an arm's length self-photo - of the two of us.
James said, "Take a picture of the trees."
Shot with the 3MP camera onboard my LG Dare. I hate this phone...except this time.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Here are a few more photos from the last year or so. I included a couple of non-smiling portraits. I like to catch real emotion: happiness, anger, thoughtfulness...but there are enough people using cameras to capture happiness. Other emotions interest me more, even when they make me uncomfortable. Enough explanation...why say why?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The Hinckley Property
I think most photographers have a place that they return to again and again to photograph, drawn to the things they see and feel there. The Hinckley property, up the block and across the street from my house, is my place. And it will be gone soon.
The Hinckley property is a large area of neglected land. Orange, grapefruit, and avocado trees grow unkempt there. Ducks and red-winged blackbirds skitter across a series of irrigation ponds. Rabbits and squirrels dart between the rusted water tanks and windmills that punctuate the land.
A small group of out-buildings, formerly used to store and service the equipment that managed the farm, have since been home to caretakers, migrant workers, gang members and even one man who, according to legend, bought and sold body parts from there.
In short, it is a beautiful, ominous place, cross between wildlife habitat and junkyard, just possibly the perfect setting for a "no one can hear you if you scream" horror flick.
It wasn't always a mess, but the owner died, and his brother cannot make a living from it. In order to sell the property, the brother has to level the whole area to the smooth, concrete-friendly surface that developers require.
At least that is what the caretaker told me the last time I went there to shoot pictures. He is charged with cutting down all the trees.
It is a shame, but inevitable, I suppose, that no land can lay this idle, this perfectly decayed for too long. Here are some pictures I have taken there recently.
The Hinckley property is a large area of neglected land. Orange, grapefruit, and avocado trees grow unkempt there. Ducks and red-winged blackbirds skitter across a series of irrigation ponds. Rabbits and squirrels dart between the rusted water tanks and windmills that punctuate the land.
A small group of out-buildings, formerly used to store and service the equipment that managed the farm, have since been home to caretakers, migrant workers, gang members and even one man who, according to legend, bought and sold body parts from there.
In short, it is a beautiful, ominous place, cross between wildlife habitat and junkyard, just possibly the perfect setting for a "no one can hear you if you scream" horror flick.
It wasn't always a mess, but the owner died, and his brother cannot make a living from it. In order to sell the property, the brother has to level the whole area to the smooth, concrete-friendly surface that developers require.
At least that is what the caretaker told me the last time I went there to shoot pictures. He is charged with cutting down all the trees.
It is a shame, but inevitable, I suppose, that no land can lay this idle, this perfectly decayed for too long. Here are some pictures I have taken there recently.
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