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.

Red in, red out.

I stream with abandon; alas, levitation is not my plight.
I bend light; my color curves the wrought space.



Taken: 11/5/2010. I was working hard for an effect. Luck came in the form of one red bug. This Volkswagen Beetle slowed its scurry just long enough for me to capture its redness.

Mixed Bag

Sometimes all you get is a bag of mixed reds. Deal with it. Or be dealt with.

Taken: 09/03/2010 in Cold Spring Harbor, Long Island, NY. The woodchips surrounding the bag shuddered at the prospect of being overcoloured but gave up their own bare minimum to the clearly-stronger party. A sort of communal portrait session wherein the weakest hold up the strongest.

Come Upon the Dark

The rods and the cones don't get along. Both heavily rely on the other to just "do their jobs." But one might consider the rods to be the overly populous force of union workers that simply deliver low quality results with a surprising vigor. The cones need to stop and look around and take in while the rods are already scouting new ground.

Taken: 08/12/2010 in Montreal, QC. We were riding, hightailing it even, back to the hotel when this outdoor film struck me as rather colourful. A few shots in I realized I needed to grab the entire image that I saw. This is actually a 2 shot panorama. It felt very peaceful and alive in that square.