August 20, 2014

Chicago descent

It always looks relaxed from up here.
Chicago descent
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August 19, 2014

Held by the afternoon

This guy seemed really edgy and nervous. He had boxed himself in between two buildings behind a sculpture and was sucking on what was apparently one of many cigarettes. He couldn’t stand still. He spit. He puffed. He looked into the light for only a second, and I snapped this photo. Then he looked right at me and watched me snap a second. I didn’t wait to find out if he was unhappy with me shooting him, but continuing on down the street I checked the back of the camera, which showed him looking mostly peaceful with his eyes closed. They both captured a shattered stained glass window and its reflection behind him.
Held by the afternoon
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August 18, 2014

The wig shop

The mannequins always have escape vehicles waiting for them just out the window of most any shop in New Orleans.
The wig shop
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August 17, 2014

Alabaster ceiling

I remember when Kurt Cobain committed suicide there were a few friends in school who jokingly thought a kid who sat next to me in class seemed kind of suicidal. Soon enough we convinced ourselves that maybe he in fact was suicidal. Eventually, as the story grew in our conversation to seem real, it really struck us as problematic, as my proximity to him may be reason enough to explore the depths of his mind in order to potentially avert such a tragedy. They suggested I talk to him, because none of us had seen him speak more than a few words. I struck up a superficial kind of conversation with him, sort of like a talk about the weather. He was a little milquetoast, going on about how the walls in the classroom were alabaster, and how this was altogether mundane and appropriate in order to keep kids’ focus on the lesson. I realized nobody had previously talked to me about alabaster and eventually my thoughts drifted to the ceiling, which was the exact shade of the walls and equally oppressive. Anyway, he made it through school. We talked from time to time in the hallways.
Alabaster ceiling

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August 16, 2014

Back into the light

There are a few tunnels I pass through in the downtown area which make for decent photo ops. August into September is one of my favorite times to shoot, because the days begin getting shorter, and sometimes the light lines up really nice in the evening. In the spring, when you get these kind of days, it is often colder and less enjoyable to stand about and wait for the right person to pass through your frame.
Back into the light
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August 14, 2014

From whence you came

There’s something nice about the countryside, where things in remote places tend to look as if they’ve been there forever. Even if they’re new, when they stand out in the middle of nowhere they kind of earn this preternatural power of sudden presence. There’s rarely a hint as to how they got there. I’m not sure why humans have that same kind of mystique; they can move themselves.
From whence you came
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August 13, 2014

Recreating the sky

Assembled by Google robots working overtime, directly overhead, in broad daylight. It’s a mosaic, really.
Recreating the sky
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August 12, 2014

Reconsidering morning

It’s best to sit when looking backward.
Reconsidering morning
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August 10, 2014

Two-named guitarist, NOLA

“Hi, my name is…” and that was it. He had two names, and he said them to me like it was the most important thing ever. I gave him two dollars, and from there it was all stare. “I play weird chords,” he said. “The weird ones are better.” I remember it sounded like a country name, but he was from Aurora and living in New Orleans. He stood there, strumming, but I didn’t hear a thing. I’m bad with names.
Two-named guitarist, NOLA
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August 9, 2014

609 Dumaine

The best thing about the French Quarter is the atmosphere. Even Bourbon Street carries somewhat of an unaffected charm about it. Let’s not make the typical assumption about charm – that it is some kind of pleasing nostalgic or a trinket for admiring. In New Orleans the draw comes from the eclectic; that it does not change in spite of constant twists and turns.
609 Dumaine
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