Unfilled

The subject may not be food but it certainly isn't one to be overlooked.

Power given will eventually be power taken. None know this better than our round friend.

Power

Taken: 01/10/2011 in my living room. The dancing patterns are far more interesting than the identification.

Exploring Green

"I support you."

"I'm on board."

"We're made of each other."

--Jealousy's nightmares.

Thin

Taken: 01/06/2012 in the Kitchen in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn, NY. The cucumber always presents a question in the kitchen. The next month will be devoted to an exploration of foods in their forms and presentations. Some will darken the board and others will decidedly not run.

The Dark Spell

In the cold a few things become obvious:

1) The sea is more powerful than you

2) What is seen is not what it seams

3) Things tear easily, pleading doesn't help

4) Lights beckon more because they are the last warmth

Taken: 01/07/2012 in Hudson River Park, NYC. Riding along the West Side highway I wanted to make use of the darkness and the dearth of people on the piers. In the background lights are being built skyward, racing all that drags them down. The water is silent and cold but it yearns to be a part of every photo, every thought--having made its way inland, the water wants to hear everything and see everything. 

Fenced In

The tips point and stretch and try to fling their bodies off the fence--forever trying to make up their mind.

Not Barking

Taken: 01/03/2012 in Brooklyn Bridge Park. The wind was fierce but I stood my ground and so did this little guy--though he didn't have much choice.

Show with the help of an old lens and some extension tubes. This is the very tip of a point of a fence rod, the bent portion is about 7mm long.

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.

--

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.