September 14, 2014

The urban valley

Sometimes I hang on to my images for a while before making them. It’s not that I don’t want to post them immediately, it’s just that I’m not sure if I’ll feel the same way about the moment later on. With some images you get the sense that you might need to spend a few hours on them to coax them into existence. With others, like this one, you take 10 minutes. It’s tarnished, I shot it at 1/10th hand-held. It still says something to me. Sometimes the city glows in a way that lifts you up.
The urban valley
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September 13, 2014

The lobbyists

They look like people. They talk like people. They’re likely statues propped up by whoever owns the key to the door. Too big to be human. You’re on the outside.
The lobbyists
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September 12, 2014

C’est parfait

Everyone looking out the window of a McDonald’s makes this face.
C'est parfait
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September 11, 2014

A sliver and slices

The moon and some color, or is it a moon and the color?
A sliver and slices
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September 10, 2014

Sunspot scraper

The best time of day in Chicago to take photos is that sliver of change between golden hour and blue hour where the sun is just barely hanging above the horizon. You get crazy opportunities for bounced light off of skyscraper windows and plunging shadows forged by the cut of the super-long shadows. I’ve been looking at Eggleston too much recently, which is cliche and I should probably stop talking now.
Sunspot scraper
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September 9, 2014

The man and the minivan

There’s something enjoyable about a guy flaunting a fedora whilst in a plain-white t-shirt leaning up against his nicked-up minivan. He owned the place for almost a full minute before the cops came by and made him move his ride. I made that last bit up, because I left in 30 seconds, but I’m sure it happened.
The man and the minivan
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September 8, 2014

Against the grade

Last week I watched a man dressed in all black leather flash a gold ring at people from short distances within a plaza. He wore a badge around his neck in a lanyard. His hat was made of leather, too. I’m not sure what kind of badge it was. A few months back a man in a trench coat with a suit underneath asked if I had a minute. He told me he was just out of the hospital. Impeccably dressed, he smelled like he hadn’t bathed in weeks, which kind of ruined the hospital narrative for me. He adjusted his green tie with blackened fingers. Last month, the man in this photo watched me as if he were haunted by my presence as he walked the other side of the street. I probably looked like I was about to point my camera in his direction. When he finally turned up the street, I snapped this photo. He then flipped around and watched me, walking backward against the grade. I could tell he was scared of me, so I waved.
Against the grade
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September 7, 2014

Keep what you want

I’m not sure if this image is about what it’s about. Left or right or back from whence you came?
Keep what you want
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September 6, 2014

The availability of place

For a few days my life was a strange rotation of events between my real job and my photography job and Craigslist. If I wasn’t researching and preparing for work I was preparing for work and researching. If I wasn’t doing either I was connecting with people I didn’t know about things I wasn’t sure I wanted. What’s become more evident to me in these days, or maybe months, or longer, is that you can occupy a place you wish to occupy if you just go about doing it. That’s not to say you can accomplish what you set out to do, for that is a much different idea. No, but you can stand in any one place you wish to stand for at least a short while. You just can’t stand in two places at once.
The availability of place
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September 5, 2014

Man into night

The light was ending abruptly, and I had to dodge a coworker to get this shot. No doubt he would stop to talk. Fortunately the shadows were beginning to overcome everything, and so I was hidden easily behind a sign. Street shooing always involves a bit of luck, so when you’re running out of time you have to make everything count. While my coworker passed this man crossed the street into the area I was hoping for. My attention was split. It always happens that way.
Man into night
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