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.

Known Dangers

"My drama does not curl in on itself. I am not the center of my universe. Best be be on my way, there are flames afoot and I will not huff to stir them about... my fringes are delicate."

No Leaps of Faith

Taken: 03/10/2011 in Amer, Rajasthan, India. The day was coming to a close and this rhesus macaque wanted a better perch to gaze out over the hills. Who can blame him for trying? He had been batting his lashes for awhile but with little success. He moved on.

Haute Color

Everything is better in color, except black and white photographs.

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When she stands still the earth hurries to keep up.

Taken: 11/26/2011 by Jane's Carousel in Brooklyn Bridge Park. The cold was following us around and the bridges' eyes watched as we set up and tore down our photos--their twinkle belying amusement.

As the Fraying Goes

Reap what you sow.

Weep as you sew.

Wreath in the snow.

Wrath of a woman.

It all goes together until it all falls apart. And then?

Torned

Taken: 02/23/2011 in Kensington, Brooklyn, NY. I am interrupted by the torn screen--screaming for notice, achieving slight.

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.