Thanks to those for the invites. Photography is not a contest, nor is it something I pay an entry fee for. I do what I do out of respect and love for the medium. Photography is about understanding, finding my place in the world, understanding who I am.
Category Archives: Words
On A Short Holiday
I will be away from my computer for a few days. I need a break and get out of the city. I just might post over the next few days if so inspired……. and then again, not.
Absence
Doubt
The doubt is temporary. The work is forever.
A New York Story…
Many years ago, circa early 1980s, I took a job through a friend at a frame manufacturer just over the Manhattan Bridge in Brooklyn. The shop was located in a nondescript building on Flatbush Avenue within a block or so from Juniors. The crew there was an interesting mix of people. The guys who madeContinue reading “A New York Story…”
Kidney Stones
I’ve been having a dreadful two weeks. I had kidney stones and subsequent issues arising fro a reaction to the contrast in a CAT scan and catheter. I spent 8 hours in emergency this morning. After having a catheter removed on Friday, it’s back in. I don’t know where this is all going except toContinue reading “Kidney Stones”
I’m Stuck In My Head
I’ve been wanting to write something about depression—not the dramatic kind, but the quieter sort that creeps in, where you get lost in your own head and stay there too long. Lately, I’ve been thinking about how much we all need daily contact—with real people, in real space. I’ve had two close friends move awayContinue reading “I’m Stuck In My Head”
To the Core
Feeling the weight of countless unanswered emails, applications submitted, and broken promises, the harsh reality sets in. Despite my experience and age, the prospects of securing a job seem bleak. Each application filled out ends in silent rejection upon a mere glance at my profile. I’ve never been a high earner, but my income, combinedContinue reading “To the Core”
Begin Again
Everyday is like a fresh roll of film. At end of day I unload. I develop and process what was. Make changes to settings or leave alone. Each morning I load a fresh roll, ready to begin again.
In Between
I’ve had many people leave my life, beginning with my father, just before I started second grade. I had very little contact with him over my lifetime. I would see him intermittently until I was 13, then nothing until a letter arrived when I turned 21. I just could not respond. I last physically sawContinue reading “In Between”