There’s such beauty in shadows, in the interplay between darkness and light.
I’m a bit of a purist. I prefer unedited photos over Photoshopped images.
Photography is more avocation than vocation right now, but I never tire of capturing a moment, the true essence of someone or something. It’s my favorite thing (aside from Evelyn Mackenzie who has Bluey danced her way into the top spot).
The myth of the ordinary
I carry a camera with me almost everywhere I go.
Because there is no such thing as a typical day and a mundane place if you know where to look.
Take this artist’s loft for example.
What story do you see in this unedited photo?
All for one and one for Jacob
Jacob grew up in Chicago. Maybe it was 1955. Maybe 1970. Hard to tell.
He sings about Russia and Moose, and he tells tales of triumph and failure, of getting knocked down and keeping on keepin’ on.
For five bucks, he’ll write you your own song and sing it to you on the curb of Bourbon Street. For ten, you get a copy of his CD. And if’s worth every penny and then some.
Here comes the sun again
Central Illinois isn’t known for a lot of things. Corn maybe. A top 15 public university for sure.
Interesting politics too probably. But I also learned while living near a sea of corn and soybeans that the sunsets are extraordinary.
The secret of shadows
This is not edited. The sun was just my friend that day. My very good friend.
Walking down Broadway in Chicago with the sun at my back, I peeked into a restaurant window and was transfixed by this scene. This is what I mean by capturing a moment. If I’d been there five minutes before or after I was, this picture wouldn’t be the same.
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