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barre
This scene is one that I am pretty sure I wouldn’t have noticed on my own, but my street-photography guide knew that sometimes dancers at the Joffrey stood at the barres and were visible from the street. Success!
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 6.27.2022
bridge traffic – Michigan Avenue
I had some time the other day when I was in Chicago and was able to meet up with an Instagram photographer that I follow; I’ve always been drawn to his b+w street photography and we’ve had some good IG conversations.
He showed me some of his favorite late-afternoon spots for street photography, places where the light bounced around nicely to illuminate the streets and the pedestrians in delightful, surprising, and perfect ways. He taught me a lot; additionally, it was just delightful to finally get to meet in person.
I’ve said it before and I’ll bet I’ll say it again – making personal connections via online photography platforms is a completely unexpected benefit of this whole photo deal I’ve gotten myself into.
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 6.27.2022
the world as we knew it, 2
“The trouble with normal is it always get worse” – a Bruce Cockburn lyric, written in 1981.
“Each time we allow ourselves to get used to some new ugliness, we set the stage for something worse. It wasn’t hard, even back then, to see what was coming.” – a Bruce Cockburn comment on that lyric, from 2001.
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 6.28.2022
the world as we knew it, 1
I’m coming off a year of personal loss. I can see that the universe is filling in those gaps, in some unexpected ways, in some ways that are delightful, in some ways that matter both personally and professionally. And that makes it feel like I’ll get through it and be a better person than I would have been.
But there are other things, politics most particularly, that are leaving me reeling, that make me sad and frightened, and unsettled.
This photo, one of my experimental intentional camera movement shots, represents the way I feel. Things I understood and that I thought were unchangeable are shifting, changing, disappearing, becoming almost unrecognizable.
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 6.28.2022
angel with broken wings
I can’t go to Santa Rosa without stopping at this old cemetery, with its roofless, falling down church ruins. I like the way a now-gone bush scratched wind-driven arcs into the wall. I like the way the a little more of the stucco has let go of the adobe walls every time I go by. But mostly I like the broken-winged angel, who is watching the slow-motion collapse of the building.
And I also like this song by Los Lobos. In case you were wondering.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 5.28.2022
One Day | One Image 