(The following document contains descriptions of common bodily functions that are rarely discussed. You have been warned…) Knowing that I am literally sitting upon about three pounds of fully digested food that is in the natural form required before it can exit one's body forever, I find so much joy and contentment that I can barely contain myself. I know at first glance this must sound like the ramblings of a madman -- and I certainly do fit that description -- but my use of
( writer's note: This piece was written in 2020 and lost until a few days ago ) I’ve selected some of my favorite photos, and the stories behind them. I did predominantly ‘street photography through the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s. The primary rule was ‘always carry a camera’, one I dutifully obeyed. After graduating from Syracuse University in 1971, I stayed on for some time while Phyllis finished the second year of her master’s degree in journalism. I made $50 per week teaching ph
To be fair, I am quite grateful for the advances the digital world has made in the past 7-10 years. I certainly would not have been able to capture the photographs I found during that time frame using film cameras exclusively. As I see it, the problem is one predominantly of culture. Art is always downstream from the culture that creates it. Having been around long enough to watch the world spin on its axis so many times (my first commercial photo was made in 1967), and havin
