i would very much like to...

bring my lovely Zone VI 4x5 Field Camera with me on my jaunts around town but unfortunately it's much too much awkward weight for me & bicycle alone. methinks i need to rent a car...

i've been teaching... a lot.

this portrait was taken by Robert, a former first grade student of mine from Bryant Elementary School in West Philly. point of view (pov) is everything.

once upon a time...

i made photographs. a 2007 case-in-point:


consider this my promise to return to the ground glass. so everyone take note.

Chinatown NYC

outside
inside (the bus)

i'll repeat myself again, b/c nature does it all the time. the phenomenon brought to you by a generous donation from: SCIENCE!!

nt

pinhole image taken in my mother's front yard, 2008

also, it just occurred to me that NT (the abbreviation for "no text") is the same as the word/sound "nt" i like so much. well go figure!

nt (as defined by me) means neither not nor not not. it's a way of saying this may or may not be the case. as in "i am in new york nt." always pause before you use it though. pretty similar to "no text" which means that you are sending a correspondence without any text (pause) nt. i.e. all correspondences are a form of (con)text. phew, my brain hurts.

also i guess this means my title for this post is no longer relevant. nt.

old (spanish) objects

i took this photograph of a relief of Don Quixote at the Hispanic Society of America an awesome & under-known museum up in Harlem. Sheesh, talk about old objects! they got ancient stuff & modern stuff, paintings, crucifixes, Goyas, El Grecos, incredibly rare & beautiful maps. etc... check this place out.

usually monuments have a tendency to freak me out. it has to do with the past event & the (often) problematic aggrandization of that which is far more complex & probably offensive. but there's something so lovely about creating a monument to the fictional. a celebration of the literary, the satiric & creative forces which tend to come in second in our collective historical memory.

furthermore, i read the first third of Don Quixote last summer & was astonished that something written in a foreign tongue five hundred years ago could actually make me LOL. but it did! i never finished it, however, i mean in this day-in-age, who has the time?

the weekly commute

chinatown bus, walt whitman bridge, above the delaware river, philly bound. that's camden in case you couldn't tell. there are many cities in betwixt new york & philadelphia: houses, doors, lives. some trees too. i don't see much from the bus' window: some cars, trailers, fast food brands, a prison or two, sometimes people walk across the bridge, maybe a couple birds in the sky, a few dinosaurs & air planes of varying & incredible size. i don't think i could count the number of times i've traversed the new jersey turnpike in my lifetime - but i sure would like to try someday.