To Each

"Encloistered in my reflection."

Amathespian

Taken: 02/09/2011 in Kensington, Brooklyn, NY (at home). This photo is part of an un-hitherto-started series of portraits of our stuffed toys.

The one fancied himself a scholar, and the other a scholar's pet [rock].

Shuddering Awake

Of note, few were day projects. Of greatness, fewer.

You don't leave, you don't stay. You take in, you're taken in. You don't put, don't pick up.

The open-ness is but a character [flaw]. It lies in splendor.

Haleakala at 5400'

Sun Spotting

Takeoff

Ring of Clouds

Topplers

Taken: 01/18, 01/14, 01/14, 01/17 and 01/18/2009 respectively in Maui, HI. In the footlands and at the top of the world looking down. There was too much too see and too little time to do so. Maui is the most unpredictable puzzle of a place, nothing seems to fit in and yet it does. Jets alight with the winds of the mountain, the mountain itself a mess of heat and pressure, drenched flowers blush, and frigid air prick the skin to red.

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.

Bring Me a Buffalo

Lyopa likes things his way. He doesn't really ask for much, but only because he's already expecting you to know what he wants. If he wants quiet, you give him quiet or he takes it away from you. If he wants food, you give him food or he whines until you give him food.

All hail Lyopa, protector of the peace, keeper of the noise.

Taken: 02/04/2010 in Brooklyn, NY. Lyopa, as is obvious, is emperor of the universe. He requested a portrait in which he is shown as humble, yet powerful. I think the red doesn't overstate.

Jump

When once was I a kid, I could if i couldn't and jumped if I shouldn't.
Balloons and feisty feet combined to fret my parents from their seat.
'Twas, 'twas not too long ago, I remember I was young and spry,
But wakefulness has vacated my old bones and they and my good humour have whittled'ch other dry.