The Tideover

When the words don't come, stall. Stall by throwing photographs and the like.

Throughed

Taken: 07/16/2011 at the High Line Park, Manhattan, NY. The sun was setting and the energy was asap (not a.s.a.p.). In the left hand corner the plants obfuscate a sign for Manhattan Mini Storage: "If you don't like gay marriage, don't get gay married."

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.

Be Gone

Ambling the Amber Fort legs trip over mouth agape. Eyes wide by the heat of the sun, downturned from the heat of the sun.

Taken: 03/10/2011 in Amer, Rajasthan, India. Amer Fort is apparently the same as Amber fort. Odd. A bee out of place is normally cause for panic.

This 360° panorama sadly doesn't capture the scene well enough or with enough brightness of the sun. All was awash in the light, and we quickly moved to find shade for our weary skin.

When All Else Fails

The colors don't betray the lie.

Taken: 07/13/2011 in Monterey Bay, CA. I was at the Specialized Bicycles dealer event. I hauled my camera around for 3 days without really knowing why. I think I only took a couple good shots the whole time. Sometimes the weather is against you, sometimes it's just fatigue. On this trip I could barely see anything to shoot. Sometimes sunset is like a get out of jail free card.

Very Well Versed

The window sheds light on the last light shed.

Taken: 02/18/2011 at Sunset in Kensington, Brooklyn, NY. The sky was a dream, and had to be photographed in order to pinch itself awake.

Taj Mahal

Too low to behold, a child fills his idleness unperturbed by the glut of white marble.

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When upon the Taj Mahal, where does one gaze?

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Degrees of separation: 30. Outside to inside.

Taken: 03/12/2011 at The Taj Mahal, India. The line of people stretched, baking in the sun, three quarters of the way around the building. Baking even in shade. Unsatisfied with the usual front shot of the Taj (not due to the cliche nature, but due to the fact that the shot was very crowded from that angle), I had to figure out a way to take what I wanted from it. What I usually want is a panorama. I got it.

Curiosity

Pinned to the line, pined for the edge.

Fastened to the fascinating line, holding fast the light, the dark.

Taken: 02/23/2011 in Kensington, Brooklyn. Years ago I saw a painting at a modern art museum. It was two tiny triangles, taking up about 1% of the canvas, but painted such that the remaining white space resembled the letter N. I was filled with anger and confusion. And here I am, photographing shadow.

The edge that light and shadow share between them is so enigmatic. What lies between the two respective edges (ignoring the graded transition that'd be revealed if you look close enough)? Rod Sterling also couldn't let it go (and at this very moment I just realized this sentiment is in the opening lines of the Twilight Zone).

It all Shines

The wisps, tendrils of life, sprout as if kicked by the wind. Suspended.

And, as if to say "thank you," the fruit takes on the shape of its lifegiver. Hiding behind the form is the sweetest form of flattery.

Taken: in Kensington, Brooklyn, NY. This was part of a mid-night project to test the macro lens. Others are coming from this series. This particular photo, I will not give away what it is of, needs to be enlarged to clearly see the edge of things. It is one of my very favourite photos; nothing but simplicity and yet the detail is in what's assumed rather than what's seen. It is also uncropped and unedited.

Sunset (verb)

Bound on the stick, these two (she and I), experience everything side-by-side. The sun will never set on one or rise on the other. The suspense never builds, the tension never wanes.

Taken: Given. Hoisted, these two hitch to the last rays of the day's light.

Sleeping on the Hudson

Turned leaves follow the straight path of time, the golden light taking its cue from the waning green. The Hudson pulls itself close, bracing for the coming cold.

Taken: 11/02/2010 in Morningside Heights, Manhattan, NY. This photo is a panorama composed of 8 individual shots. I love seeing straight lines curve into a smile (see bottom corners). And the brain can stitch and mold everything into regular shapes, regardless of how they appear to the eye.

Skipped a Beat

When you threaten me and mine, I warn you with a loud listen. Or a sharp sniff. This stick is my stick, that stick is my stick too. I can't sing it, but you can imagine it. Furthermore, I'm not always in this "harness," nor am I always so willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. So, were I you, and I'm not you, luckily, I would move on.

Taken: 04/10/2010 in Brooklyn, NY. While humans often come to lament the awful ordeal that is a "Stickup," this gent will only admit that he's not happy with the stick down. Other than that, all's well.

Sun, Cloud

Sun, Cloud, originally uploaded by twelveicat.

She: a puff.
He: a stare.

Austere beginnings.