I visit these trees often. For me, they always dance.
Let’s just say here: “Hmmm, not bad, composition wise”.
My first ever self portrait made.
A fallen leaf.
He left the remnant of his cigarette on a wooden bench and walked away. I came and photographed it. I wonder if there was a 3rd person involved?
They are always there, around that telephone pole. I call them Birds of Union and 23rd Street.
Sometimes it is good to just leave it as: “Untitled’.
My friend bought this pitcher at the garage sale. I have always liked seeing it in his kitchen. He told me once: you can hold it in trust for me (my friend is a lawyer). I agreed. I have had the pitcher for a decade now.
How many times have you seen a lemon photographed? Well, here is another one.