The Little Things

Found dozing beneath the street, the Sun shuddered awake long enough to ask to be covered back up.
"Asleep I am, wake me when I'm up."

The Sun Hide

Taken: 11/22/2011 on Ave H in Brooklyn, NY. The rain clamored all around, but the yellow carpet pulled me and my camera from the dry. The denseness of the fallen leaves was like vanilla mousse, just asking to be disturbed.

Unsettled

Wound. Waned. The day wound closed. The day waned away.

Float. Fleet. The moment floated away, fleet-footed.

Falter. Flight. The light faltered, gulls took flight.

Sunset. Claim. The sunset claimed the day for itself.

Unset

Taken: 11/06/2011 in San Francisco, CA (looking at Oakland). We stood guard as the sun slipped away, delaying the return--of our bikes, of the sun. The moon shared in our impishness.

On The Day

In spite of itself, the new flower commands respect; the green fists tremble menacingly in the background--an immigrant family whose traditions you don't quite understand but whose daughter you've wed.

Square Trade

Taken: 10/08/2011 at the High Line Park, Manhattan, NY. In the park there are many things to photograph and many people rushing you on. The High Line rewards those with a high tolerance for missed opportunities. If anything, the moment you see a photo you really want you'll know it because there'll be a grumbling mass of people waiting at you to move on; one wouldn't anger the crowd without good cause. 

Migraine

The question of scale is not answered by measurement of the physical dimensions. Scale can be emotional, can be a question of constitution. Derelict or honed. Frayed or knotted. Made or untucked. Where does a person reside on the scale?

Taken: 02/23/2011 and 10/19/2011. This photo can be read as many things. Ultimately it should be read as a departure from what I normally like to do. An experiment. I am learning that photographs are to contain meaning, an emotion. Contain-like a pill bottle within itself has pills, dreams of pain-free-existence.

Into the Darkness

Of the many red nosed lies told, none--surely--were so bold as to deserve such a beak: so red, so prominent. The sideways monument to the Washington Monument is an ocean kayak that has made beach in a bird's head. All manner of absurdity abounds in the explanation. As we are free to be jealous of the gorgeous bird, so are we free to mockup its reason-for-being.

Maybe the beak is an anchor, meant to keep the Kingfisher grounded (all salt of the earth and such). Maybe the beak is simply a beacon that will soon activate--freeing animal kind from its bounds.

Taken: 03/11/2011 in Bharatpur National Park, India. This White Breasted Kingfisher was one of the day's last sights, as dusk was siphoning light from my lens. Crouching behind a bench and with the eager support  from the whole group to "get him" I did my best to capture the majestic little bird. The majesty, like with so many birds, is not wholly obvious to the creature itself. He posed long enough for us to shy onto him, confirm that we got a good picture, and discuss his coat. Then he was into the darkness, hoping his red beak would guide him.

On the Out

Swallow resume: Will fly for bugs; won't pose for photographs. Full stop... never.

Taken: 07/27/2011 in Park City, UT. Swallows were everywhere at the lake, but the only thing harder than ignoring their flits in and out was capturing their flits in and out. They are magnificent and fast. Not interchangeably.

In the Dark

In passing the scattering sheep mistake us for clouds, we them. No judgement passed, no whimsy plied. We waft into the darkness. The sheep do not give chase.

Taken: 09/10/2011 in Carol Gardens, Brooklyn. The dark street didn't say much, but neither did Jesus of Ironworks. We, in silence, stood at each other. He forgiving me the street, and I forgiving him the sky.

The Very Well

Are those that sing out of turn; their station, troubles.

The Very Well
That quenches... drains.

Defined

Taken: 03/08/2011 in Kishangarh, Rajasthan, India. Walking down the street it was hard not to focus on the people that would otherwise have been outofreach (for us and them). No thing struck me as much as the "partners" (seamsters) and their abundance. They occupied many stalls, kept many tables and cordoned off swaths of street with invisible string. The three masters of the seam in this photo smiled and seemed amused to be the subject of my curiosity. They waved a friendly hellogoodbye as I left.

The Destructive Force

In the land of too many and not enough the parted way is a seldom awarded prize.

Harbinger of Light

Taken: 03/07/2011 in Kishangarh, Rajasthan, India. The wedding taking place, beyond the lights, cast a wide net for comers and goers.

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."

In the Way

We tiptoed around the city, the misplaced fountain draining our thunder.

Fountain of Peace

Taken: 08/10/2010 in Montreal, Quebec, CA. After a morning's worth of walking, the heels of any person can rub bare.

Not Obsessed

The pelican patrols his domain. Aware and unaware of the awesome travails to come. Metaphor not met before. His pet troll tame 'neath the waters, not disturbing a soul. And he is hardy. Hardly flapping. Not flappable.

Taken: 07/12/2011 in Monterey Bay, CA. To and from the Aquarium the fellas kept me company. Sometimes one by one, sometimes in a string. It was impossible not to be awed by them. Even in their silent rauc, they were majestic.

Too Early to Tell

A dead goose tells no tales. This one stood frozen, challenging the wind to knock him over. It was for naught.

Taken: 05/15/2010 in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY. The geese filled the lake and some were putting on a display worthy of a contortionist's jester. Soon after, the city came for them, citing regulation (something to do with parades).