Portraits
Amidst the morning commute at Copenhagen’s central station.
Amidst the morning commute at Copenhagen’s central station.
A spring day in the Oregon hills, not far from Portland.
Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom…is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go. – Anthony Bourdain
Lines of jumpers had been exiting C-47s and C-130s all day, their chutes unfurling as they left the aircraft doors. Standing in the drop zone shooting photos all morning, the USAF Combat Controllers had seen me running back and forth as people came in, landed, packed up and left. In a pause between airplanes, one Controller said to me, “Watch – these guys will be different.”
The bridge was critical. As the invasion of Normandy began, seizing and holding the La Fière bridge was one of three central objectives for the USAF. This route was essential for movement inland from Utah Beach and to prevent German reinforcements from moving west. It simply couldn’t be done without securing the bridge.
Crazy lines. Columns, grids, angles, lines — it’s all here.
From the dark halls of the Ateneo de Madrid.
The curve of the Tagus river, in a huge panorama, shot from Mirador del Valle.
The Ateneo de Madrid, one of Spain’s cultural icons, is a striking library that dates from the early 1800’s. A legendary spot to retreat, study, socialize and —…
The sound seems to carry farther on cold mornings. Sharp little snapping sounds as shoes click along the floor, the odd bit of salt underfoot.
Queen Street, east of Yonge. A crowded streetcar on a cold Saturday afternoon offers respite from the biting wind.
From The Garage Series.
Sunday morning at an unknown station.
From The Garage Series.
Speeding Saturday Selfie.
A lone passenger at York University station. Empty trains, empty halls.
Morning rush on the platform at Spadina subway station.
Checking in, new and old-school. Seen at Bloor Station.
A gloomy Sunday. Empty streets. Bank buildings on King Street.
From a fun and productive walk around the St. Lawrence Market neighbourhood.
It’s much harder to capture these types of shots in Toronto now. The new trains don’t allow access to front/rear windows and old trains have glass that is dirty and etched from years of salt and dirt. But when they work out, these shots should be printed big.
A grey day makes for stark contrasts in this apartment building near St. Lawrence Market. This shot is on my to-print list for 2019. Big. Like 3’x4′. Big…
A new year. A new post. A rebooted effort to be more creative, be more social and take my photography to some new places. This was taken above…
A week of work, a day off, a walk through the park. I’ve been sidelined from posting lately, but I’ve been thinking of Spain and it’s time to get back to photography.
After two weeks of being mostly offline, a return to posting. This incredible cloud formation was just minutes before the sky around Lake Naivasha opened with a massive…
Wrestling is serious business in Mongolia. When I heard that a 2016 Olympic match ended with an elaborate, clothing-free protest from Mongolian coaches, I wasn’t surprised.
The craggy, green emptiness of the Gobi, in a National Park a few hours from Dalanzadgad.
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