Geometry Class
Crazy lines. Columns, grids, angles, lines — it’s all here in Madrid.
Crazy lines. Columns, grids, angles, lines — it’s all here in Madrid.
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.
From The Garage Series.
Sunday morning at an unknown station.
A gloomy Sunday. Empty streets. Bank buildings on King Street.
From a fun and productive walk around the St. Lawrence Market neighbourhood.
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. Big white mat, stark black frame. If you want it on your wall, please be in touch! Let’s create something cool.
Don’t look back with regret. Digging through my 2008 archives, I found this quick shot from a speeding tram, on my way to Charles Bridge.
25 stories above Denver, looking out from my hotel window (which actually opens).
In an empty and decaying train station, just before the rain, visions of journeys past.
From a night of rain, food, and a mad dash around the city to capture as many good shots as possible during a short layover, the streaks and beams of the Eiffel Tower from atop the Pont de Bir-Hakeim.
The bridge and colonnaded viaduct Pont de Bir-Hakeim, with a southbound 6 train.
Few things have inspired me like Charles Marville’s photographs of Paris. And so when I woke up this morning, after a surprise daylong layover in the city, and saw this balloon floating beyond the Ecole Militaire, I thought of Marville’s amazing archive of a city in flux.
Street-level view of the train station in Nimes, France as the tracks rumble overhead.
Detail of the roof at Charles de Gaulle Terminal 2F. There’s a slightly coloured version on my Instagram feed, but something about this structure makes me think black and white.
My favourite museum in the world. A single shot, just off center, tweaked to a kaleidoscopic perspective. This would be a fun print.
The comings and goings of airport life. Sometimes about the people, sometimes about the planes, sometimes about the glass and steel that bring them together. I’ve been in this terminal and lounge a number of times over the past 18 months, but rarely with enough time to wander and observe. From the Air France lounge in terminal 2F, walkways to and from a nearby gate.
A distinct splash of colour amidst the muted tones of Davisville station.
An almost-empty alley in Beijing’s 798 Art Zone (Dashanzi Art District).
The deserted streets of Dalanzadgad. Most of the desert town’s residents were in the nearby stadium celebrating Naadam.