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Cheap Sunglasses and Image Sensory Shine
Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life; money, nothing funny, wasting the best of our life? Not me. You? So hit that street a-runnin’ and try to flee the masses, go all photobobo in your cheap sunglasses… before there is no more.
Good Times Bad Times: The Monochromatic Blues
Sometimes I feel as if I’m trapped in a camera obscure, looking through a small pinhole for signs of life. The smaller the pinhole, the sharper the image is projected, but the projected image becomes dimmer. Yes, my mind is not for rent, it’s just spending a spell in the monochromatic blues.
With a Little Help from My Friends
While Old Flat Top went grooving up slowly, I passed on some toe jam football and rejoined passion with a little help from my friends —
Strange Brew
For me, photography is an art, a way of creating durable images by recording light or other electromagnetic radiation. My sketch pad is a digital camera’s image sensor. My palette emerges in the post-processing (LightRoom 4); I discover new vision thru manipulation of exposure, highlights, contrast, shadows, tint, whites and blacks. The edited photograph might please me for a moment or longer — a strange brew soothing my emotional rescue.
Full Moon Rising Half Full
Look upwards, aim, focus and frame what you see… a different perspective might emerge, kind of like a serious breeze swirling soft and full moon rising half full. Lost in the found is the coolness of searching again and again for what is always there…
Comfortably Numb in Another Time
Sometimes I need only tie my shoes and walk a short distance to find photographic inspiration… and as the snow melts outside I fade back to last autumn — comfortably numb in another time.
heaven across the street
Porter/Howard watershed area
Manchester, Ct.
my old friend
The Hockanum River
as seen from New State Road
Manchester, Ct.
Hello Old Friend
For as long as I can remember, I’ve driven past this beautiful barn wanting to know more about it. Although I don’t know it’s architectural history, I’ve discovered it’s century’s-plus patina spoke volumes…
Hebron Ave.
Glastonbury, Ct.
The Phantom of the Drive-in Rambles On
Like a phantom laughing at the rain, I’m soul-searching into what was, down Rt. 5 to the corner of Chapel Road in South Windsor, Ct.. Memories flicker as buttered popcorn permeates the muggy summer night remembered on this frosty January afternoon. I’m talking about the old Rt. 5 Drive-in, I’m lamenting backseat memories, and my camera flash-remembrance reminds me of the concession stand and projection room lost to time.
Join me and ramble on back into what was…
Rust in Peace
Rust hovers in the past adding flavor to the present. Old tractors, trailers and factories dusted with rust are bookmarks from history, to be looked at again and again. I often say photographs of old architecture bring to life ghosts of the past: workers, farmers, designers and owners…; there’s a peace to it all… a rust in peace.
