North Country

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We worked in the same hospital, she a nurse, me a lowly floor-cleaner.  Always the friendly sort, we made friend’s, and she agreed to pose for me.  Took her far north of Toronto, to an abandoned cement plant.  Beautiful sunny day, but in the bunker like interior it was cool.  We shot several rolls of film, and both my cameras needed reloading.  As I grabbed my camera to reload, it was so cold I almost dropped it.  I looked at her body, and it was all goose-pimply,we went outside to enjoy the sun, and that was it for the day.  Shot about late 1970’s.

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.

Girl in the Graveyard

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One of my younger one’s, only twenty (20), living life in the fast lane. But that’s what we do at twenty (20) isn’t it? As she was a vegetarian I roasted some asparagus, red bell-pepper, baby red-potatoes. Of course white wine to wash it all down. We worked at a friends farm, and the boys had been into the white lighting, and were feeling no pain. They met my model, and it was funny, they were both on their best behavior.

 

 

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.