No Bones

They made no waves and raised no alarm. The pod swam on unconcerned about raising concern.

"Why do they all surface at the same time?"
"It's like when you're walking with someone else."

Pod

Taken: 06/14/2012 somewhere around Yes Bay, AK. We followed this pod for three and a half hours while they periodically fanned out and scouted the shores for food. While we were alongside them they would occasionally slap the water with their tails or pectoral fins. They poked their heads up out of the water to get a better look around. A couple rolled over belly up to give us a wave with the right pectoral. We were their captives.

Skiff (For Scale)

There are hardly words to describe Southeast. Images are a drop but they show. In person the scale was impossible to grasp, I cannot imagine what it may look like to someone who has not been, seen, heard.

Dawes Glacier

Taken: 06/10/2012 at Dawes Glacier, Tracy Arm, Tongass National Forest, Alaska. Bonus points for spotting an Arctic Tern.

So There Was

In honor of Starlite I present to you, the worldly version of riding on a beam of light (presented in the key of a child's imagination).

Shooting Star

Taken: 03/26/2012 in Kensington, Brooklyn, NY. This is a photograph of a T6 Torx key. Originally this wrench was used to transplant my computer's stomach (that's where we keep our memories, right?) and now its outards are on display. How quaint.

A Bridge Not Too Far

It took me 5 years to cross this bridge. Five years of back and forth, and not finding my way. Let others use it to good, it served me no purpose.

Taken: 04/26/2012 in Tribeca, New York. The Tribeca Bridge leads to Rockefeller Park or to Stuyvesant High School. They're both good. Just depends on what you're after.

In Defense of Spice

That which defies us, defines us. In the case of some things, some pigs, the unidentifiable is the undeniable.
What good would come of this? the pig wonders aloud. The shimmering tower offers no response.

Sometimes words fly faster than thought and even the most well-meaning pig may find himself scrambling for a bottle.

Taken: 03/30/2012 in Kensington, Brooklyn. I could not find a way to present the white wall or the box, so I put Pig & Bulgari (Bvlgari? Bull Gary?) in the frame. I like the red cap that is so much like a red Jolly Rancher (what flavor were those?) that I'm wondering if this wasn't all a hoax.

Composed Compost

Food borne of and laid into.

Taken: 02/18/2012. A pat of compost adorns a cutting board from whence it came.

Grazing for Change

What do rhinos have in common with zebras? The green grass.
But wouldn't it go better if it were a bit more flavorful?

A sliced cucumber, lengthwise, with a few crystals of salt sprinkled on:

Crystals

Taken: 02/01/2012 in the kitchen in Brooklyn, NY. I've been photographing some different food items and was trying to figur out what I wanted out of my cucumbers. I enjoy them with salt and I hate cutting circles since they tend to run away. So here's the proper way to enjoy a good cucumber.

Shot with the excellent MP-E 65mm Macro lens. Handheld with the Canon MT-24EX Twin Lite flash. Accept no substitutes.

Unfilled

The subject may not be food but it certainly isn't one to be overlooked.

Power given will eventually be power taken. None know this better than our round friend.

Power

Taken: 01/10/2011 in my living room. The dancing patterns are far more interesting than the identification.

Exploring Green

"I support you."

"I'm on board."

"We're made of each other."

--Jealousy's nightmares.

Thin

Taken: 01/06/2012 in the Kitchen in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn, NY. The cucumber always presents a question in the kitchen. The next month will be devoted to an exploration of foods in their forms and presentations. Some will darken the board and others will decidedly not run.

The Dark Spell

In the cold a few things become obvious:

1) The sea is more powerful than you

2) What is seen is not what it seams

3) Things tear easily, pleading doesn't help

4) Lights beckon more because they are the last warmth

Taken: 01/07/2012 in Hudson River Park, NYC. Riding along the West Side highway I wanted to make use of the darkness and the dearth of people on the piers. In the background lights are being built skyward, racing all that drags them down. The water is silent and cold but it yearns to be a part of every photo, every thought--having made its way inland, the water wants to hear everything and see everything. 

Fenced In

The tips point and stretch and try to fling their bodies off the fence--forever trying to make up their mind.

Not Barking

Taken: 01/03/2012 in Brooklyn Bridge Park. The wind was fierce but I stood my ground and so did this little guy--though he didn't have much choice.

Show with the help of an old lens and some extension tubes. This is the very tip of a point of a fence rod, the bent portion is about 7mm long.

Never Did

Not ready now, nor ready later. I do not apologize, I do not float. Letting go is overrated.

Taken: 01/03/2012 in the Dark. Tinkerbell is beholden to her sphere.

The Will Demands

We all have monsters inside. Just not all of us are truly pine cones.

Dragons

Taken: 01/03/2012 in Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn, NY. The bitter cold was only so because there was no way for me to capture it. Instead I busied myself with my new macro capabilities (extension tubes are everyone's friend) and turned my back to wind. These pine cones were just jingling off some evergreens and were only about 1-2cm across. But under the lens the cones look like little monsters waiting for mommy to feed them.

A Well Groom

Together they grew and petitioned the sun for equal favor. No fervor among the well-organized; they all made time enough. They all were the fire.

Comb

Taken: 11/06/2011 in the San Francisco Botanical Garden. A torch lily croons to the various passers by and sometimes take in an unsuspecting stranger. The turbulent orange and green is a dalliance of the organized rows. Order yearns to let its hair down.