“Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.”
– Charles Dickens
Black & White Photography
Arrangement, a photograph
“Technology is the knack of so arranging the world that we do not experience it.”
― Rollo May, The Cry for Myth
Together, on a lazy Saturday afternoon, one experiences the warmth of the sun on his face, the other the warmth of the phone in her hands.
Inner fire, a photograph
Anybody, a photograph
Here, a photograph
They are a-changin, A Photograph
Dee, A Photograph
Or not to be, A Photograph
“To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and, by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub.”
― William Shakespeare
Naïveté, A Photograph
Latency, A Photograph
The Pioneer, A Photograph
Gently, A Photograph
Bird of Space, A Photograph
Howe Street Dog, A Photograph
Friends, A Photograph
A Tall Ship, Photograph
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over”
– John Masefield
Restless Urge, A Photograph
“…as the slow sea sucked at the shore and then withdrew, leaving the strip of seaweed bare and the shingle churned, the sea birds raced and ran upon the beaches. Then that same impulse to flight seized upon them too. Crying, whistling, calling, they skimmed the placid sea and left the shore. Make haste, make speed, hurry and begone; yet where, and to what purpose? The restless urge of autumn, unsatisfying, sad, had put a spell upon them and they must flock, and wheel, and cry; they must spill themselves of motion before winter came.”
– Daphne du Maurier
Very Married, Photographs of Marriage
This past weekend I spent the day shooting my first ever wedding on the little island of Vashon. I’m not a wedding photographer by any means, although the couple wasn’t looking for a “wedding photographer.” They wanted a street photographer (like me) to do an alternative to the traditional “posed” wedding as they’re a contemporary metropolitan couple. Pretty much every shot I took, including the ones of the bride and groom, were candid. Who knows…maybe I’ll do it again.
“If I get married, I want to be very married.”
– Audrey Hepburn
To Decorate, A Photograph
Myth, A Photograph
Nonconformity, A Photograph
Alone, A Photograph
Old & Young, A Photograph
“I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuffed with the stuff that is coarse, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine, one of the nation, of many nations, the smallest the same and the largest”
― Walt Whitman