NYC Sunset

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When I lived and worked in Manhattan, I made a point to get to where I could see a sunset.  Because of all the big building there, I had to get where I could see a sunset, and where better than the water.  Grab the train to the WTC, over the sky-bridge, across the atrium, and out to the marina I’d go.  Nothing better than NYC windows to liven up the show.

Day is Done

Man Against the Elements

Sometimes while I was in N.Y.C., I’d take the subway down to the WTC, down to the marina I’d go.  Often just to see the sunset as it reflected on the fabulous windows of New York.  That gave me ideas for how to capture the sunset like I wanted, and not at all like the commercial boys and girls.  I use real film, high-speed film with lots of grain, and lots of atmosphere if you knew how to expose it correctly.  Day is Done, surviving in the face of adversity no matter which side it shows.

Elderly

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I was recently referred to as elderly in an email I was privy to. Elderly…, me…, elderly…, although I do resemble that remark, I never considered myself as elderly. Or as the other more acceptable euphemism goes, “your not a spring chicken anymore”. Okay…, not a spring bird, that I can see…, say mid-summer at least…, early August at the latest. Not a roasting bird, but a fine stock material, and not something that you worry about its expired date.

I have reached that time of life where cops, in the groceries store call me “sweetie”, usually they want me to lay down, and I’m not even tired! But its a question that has befuddled us for a long, long time. Me…, I’m of the opinion that the term “elderly” denotes someone of greater age that I am, and will stay that way until I have real problems getting around, and thinking clearly. That to my mind is were the term “elderly” begins to be applied. Beyond their expire date, but not yet expired, if you know what I mean.

I know I am older, I am reminded that every living minute of my life. Every time I reach above my head, or bend over for an extended period of time, every time I turn my head, to the random pains that I get, and ether go away, or at least go someplace different. I am older, but not decrepit yet, I get pains from living my life to its fullest extent. Truth be told, sometimes I pushed my body past its limits. Having five (5) pounds of camera slung around your neck for any were from two (2 hours to seven (7) hours a day. That kind of stress on the neck has got to take its toll, and when you are older you feel it. When you’re elderly, you live in chronic pain everyday, and your body grows into such a tortured posture. But damn it, I’m not that old yet, and the classification bother me immensely.

I tend to see things in a continuum, still moving ahead, still involved in life and love (though to what extent, I’ll never tell). I have plans for my future that involve new apps, and the current way we do things in our new world. I remain a vital part of life, with things to say, and knowledge to pass on to those who want to learn.. Most of all I have art to pass along, to create, to bring a new/old way of see the world through some other person eyes. To wonder who that person is, wants, and lust for. I see this person, I know this person…, I feel for this person. That is what my art is in the final annalists, what you see in my photographs, who you see in my photographs.

That you can make a connection to a two (2) dimensional object, most often without color, or those outward signs of rank or privilege. That’s the magic in what I do. That is who I am, I ask the magic to move me with another person. To take two people into a creation of our minds, the same wave length , and that art will come out of our endeavors. And sure, its a wonderful feeling I get to see that magical look in my models eyes when she see the work for the first time. But my main target is you who comes to shows like mine. Those of you who admire art in all its forms, to those of you who collect it, and who knows, value it more. My art was created with you in mind. To the people who value my work, and you alone.

Catch the Wind

Catch the Wind

 

When I saw the sunbeam on the left I just had to have it in my image. Call it serendipitous, but organic things want to get in the photo’s too. I love how the model is lost in playing with the wind. Even when you are shooting a film-test,  one has to keep an eye open to see the possibilities around you. So this your and my artsy shot for today. Class dismissed. The lovely Jean Dawson is the model.

 

Young\Old

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You know sometimes you meet an old soul trapped for now in a young body, and you must help them.  Came into my world with a portfolio of shots of her crotch, and an attitude.  Just 18 and living life in the fast lane, working at a strip club.  Over time I really wanted to help this girl to see there was another path that was better for her.  Now 30 with a husband and a sweet young girl of her own, life is made.  She says next time she is down she’ll get in front of my camera again.

At the Window

Ms James Window

 

My lovely friend Ms James again, I do owe her a debt as a friend, and as an artist in trouble. About 2 years after my stroke, I was wondering if I still had it in me to do my art anymore. She came down to work with me to give me the chance to have a live model working with me. I was rusty as hell, and the issues with my hand control was not what I wanted it to be. But, I was a gracious host plying her with wine in abundance, and food so she wouldn’t have any unfortunate meeting with law. Friend to friend she was there for me, and that meant the world to me. Thanks Ms James.

Elemental Man

Man Against the Elements

When I lived in Manhattan, some days I’d take the train down to WTC,and watch the sun set.  Across the street was the World Financial  Center, beyond that was a broad concourse to the waterside, and to the ferry docks.  When I shot this I’d love to say I got the guy to stand in place, however the magic of photography I got what I needed without asking.  But when I saw my film a day later I sure thanked my lucky Angel.  That was the magic about film in the not so long ago past.  We had to wait for film to be processed, and then walked back to the studio, and seen for the first time.

Trees

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One of the pleasures of working in a big city, if you are very lucky is to meet someone of the opposite sex who is from nearby.  While living in NYC I was dating a woman who lived in Pennsylvanian with her then sixteen (16) year old daughter.  In midwinter morning I’d leave with them for work and to school except I had my camera to keep me busy.  Got this shot of trees in Valley Forge, the reverence of a sense of history combine to take one’s breath away.  Taken with a high speed film probably Agfa 1000, then scanned and run through Photoshop, gives more of the impression I was feeling thinking about all those lives.