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It’s all geometry
Geometry was the only math class I liked. Perhaps that resulted in my love of photographing rectangles.
At any rate, I located this set of geometries in an out-of-the-way street in Barbados.
Holetown, Barbados
photographed 6.23.2011
I’ve been here, taking this class. Tonight, I go see this. And I’ll be home tomorrow and can respond to your comments.
The secret is to stay out of the sun
These shutters are like a sunhat for this building. They keep the sun off the windows, but allow the ocean breezes in.
Holetown, Barbados
photographed 6.21.2011
While you are reading this, I am wearing my own hat, to keep the desert sun off my face. I’ll be back around shortly and will reply to your comments as soon as I can.
Sometimes the light
Sometimes the light just hands you a gift.
The morning had been overcast, but just as we got to this building, the sun broke through and…this happened.
Marfa, Texas
photographed 8.31.2008
One day a few months, one of my photographer pals phoned me up and encouraged me to take a particular class at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops; that’s where I am this week. Because of that, it will probably take me a while to respond to your comments. But I will get to them.
Corn-shaped Cornbread
I can’t recall why I ended up in Wimberley, or how I decided to check out the huge monthly flea market (over 450 vendors). But I guess it was worth the five bucks to park because I saw this fantastic cornbread pan, which is just like the kind my mom used. As an added benefit, someone (the vendor? a previous shopper?) had made this artful arrangement of cast iron pans.
Wimberley, Texas
photographed 10.6.2012
The lurker
I am sure there’s nothing sinister going on here…but still, that woman lurking in the bus shelter and looking toward the couple with the baby carriage seems to be up to no good.
Stow-on-the-Wold, UK
photographed 10.22.2007
I’m off at summer camp this week. Sort of. At any rate, it may take me a few days to respond to comments. But I will get to them. I promise. (As soon as I write that letter home, telling everyone what a terrible time I’m having at camp…)
