What do you make of a moment when you realize the you are a super-structure, or an outcropping, and that the foundations that you relied on blindly aren’t squarely placed on earth, but are adjunct and extraneous? We are seduced by the fragile beauty of these images when we encounter them: beach cottages on stilts, […]
Look at the photo and imagine. I am remembering. The field was narrower and bordered by a thin wall of trees that separated one field from the next. In winter, the frozen ground crunched beneath your boots, and the brittle corn stalks crackled like stale cereal. The collar of your old army coat is bunched […]
Context is so much of what you understand when you experience an image. Take the photo below. I came across it browsing. It’s published on a site I don’t know. The image is styled to be jarring: a young child of indeterminate age and gender, sporting a monocle and with a cigarette dangling from the lips. The photo […]
In the quiet of am empty cathedral, archetypes creep up on you. Yankee Stadium is that kind of place for a long-time baseball fan. The imagery is mythological; a modern pantheon of ordinary men who did un-ordinary things, who are held up in memory as being something more than men. Like Gods, they have their […]
I shared a bus ride in Ireland once with a French man who carried more photo equipment than clothing. It was 1979 and the bus ran local stops up into Donegal from Killybegs. I was on my way to a little town called Glencolumkille, where I’d spent a timeless week in a cottage with six […]