It was a sunny day. Rays of warm afternoon sun shone through the windows on either side of my desk and made me wish I was outside taking advantage of the Florida sunshine instead of sitting behind a little screen until my eyes felt tired and my brain clouded over. To avoid being a complete Negative Nancy, I thought about how the lines of light and shadows cast by the blinds across the length of the room I sat in were somehow beautiful despite coming from such a mundane object. Light and shadow.
Reflections from Above
Until now, it is impossible to travel in time but the past always has a retelling. It takes eight and a half minutes for sunlight to reach earth. This implies that when we are looking directly at the sun, we are looking back in time - a simple but tricky concept to envisage. This takes epic proportions when we look up at other stars visible to the naked eye. I am a resident of Noida, a part of the National Capital Region in India. Amidst the depreciating visibility of the night sky, some
Midnight Ramble
Back in August, I received a series of intriguing photos taken in Iran by Esmail Khosh’hal along with this note from the photographer’s friend: “I remember when Esmail started photography. Since then he was always searching for unique subjects and because I knew him well, I expected him to do a documentary. Given his social concerns, he spent a lot of his time with people of lower social levels where people face a hard life full of problems. In 2013, he sold his camera and equipment and went
Mexico City
Mexico City has over 8 million inhabitants and 23 million in Greater Mexico City. It is also the oldest capital city of the Americas. Called CDMX since 2016, it is an unexpected place, which is located in the middle of a valley, far from both oceans. The juxtaposition of modern architecture and traditional buildings make this freshly rebranded city a gem. Built over the lake Texcoco, Mexico City’s cultural renaissance is blooming. The contemporary aspects highlighted by The Tamayo
Footprints of Man – Street Photos Without People
Last February we traveled to Philadelphia to visit our son. I’ve been there many times but never to Center City. So we used this as an opportunity to stay in this very historic and interesting part of town. To make it a family affair, my daughter took the train from Virginia which gave us an opportunity to all be together for the first time in quite a while. This visit resulted in a photographic epiphany for me. My best street photography opportunity was Sunday morning when my daughter was
Go Out, Get Out, Come Out
When someone from the Black and White Fine Art Photography community of Google Plus, upon seeing one of the photographs from my series, “The Night of Lonely Men”, asked the question, "It does have a reputation as 'a violent city', dangerous for solo escapades. Is it true? ", I knew then that the work I had been doing in capturing these nocturnal images of Caracas made sense. And it’s not that I didn’t believe it before, but this time, under the weight of a concern expressed through a popular
People of Rabat
Rabat, capital of Morocco. City less known than the other Moroccan cities, not beaten by the flow of mass tourism and much less subject to foreign influences. This photographic work aims to tell, to describe the people of Rabat and in particular, the work focuses on the people who live, work, crowd the neighborhoods of the Medina and its surrounding areas. In the Medina the atmosphere is decidedly Mediterranean with white walls and blue shutters. It is accessed via the two doors Bab El Alou
My Big Fat Street Photography Camera
Tokyo, April 2018 Which camera to choose for my first trip to Tokyo? An alien world known only through films, photographs, books, through the stories of friends but never personally visited. A compact camera to steal the flow of life in secret? Like a marvelous Leica to shoot discreetly everywhere? I made a different decision. More radical and complex. I decided to bring my big, fat studio camera: the Canon 5D with the zoom 16-35 f 2.8 as the only alternative. Mine was a bet that I did
The Konica and the Ghost Cat
House of Fleas It was only March and Florida was already starting to turn up the heat and humidity. It was 10:30 in the morning and I was starting to sweat as we moseyed around the dirty flea market. This is one of my husband’s favorite places to hunt for treasure. Sometimes I could get into it too, you know, feel the thrill of the hunt, but today I wasn't feeling it. It was too hot...and smelly. Today no matter where I looked, I couldn't see any potential, only trash. My thoughts wandered to
Dreamscapes
I’m starting to think of the beach towns near my home as a dreamscape. Maybe that comes of shooting for hours in the dazzling light. So that what you think you see changes. Your eyes in a way change. Now when you look at a crowd outside a restaurant towards evening (actually late afternoon) you see excitement mixed with frenzy, pleasantness mixed with something else. Something disorienting. In a dream, things make sense and also don’t. They have a logic but also are often cockeyed. I like this
Upping My Game in Oaxaca City
Ciudad Oaxaca (Oaxaca City), March, 2018. This is where I want to be. After spending a week visiting friends in a Mexican resort town I’m eager for a more genuine Mexican experience. I don't have a lot of experience as a street photographer. I live in a somewhat cold northern city, Calgary, Canada, where people largely live indoors and the downtown core is mostly deserted outside of working hours. In winter it’s especially desolate and I also tend to spend a lot of time at home. If I want to