Cartesian Theatre

Your standard spiral staircase shot. Frequent view from my former apartment on Mulberry and Canal…

Stumbling on a solution.

Just a lamp in a plant, casting shadows.

Finally got a tripod and figured I’d snap this remarkably staged photo.

A guy from Portland shows me what my skateboard is for. Brooklyn, near McCarren Park.

At an “Irish” pub in Connecticut, after a rollicking wedding. I caught him mid-conversation with a cute local. Don’t miss the collar.

NYC subway snapshot on Canal…You try it without a tripod or getting arrested.

It’s like he’s strolling along a path through the woods, but in my room…without moving. Something of a visit. I should tell him this exists…

This pup was stunned and not comfortable…I daresay he has every right to be terrified. Stomach belts and large sunglasses are a sin. Stand tall, little dog, stand tall. No one will believe you when you yip yip yip.

Busted-ass cart profilin’ in some field in New York. That branch ended up stealing the show. Wish I had known about fill flash. Best I can do is this muddled nightmare of luminosity…