feeling often
like a molting/dazed frog
with dreams/illusions
of being
a snake
stan 8.4.11
I’d always though my first connection with photography was as a “photographer’s assistant”. But, I’m now thinking that dad was simply using me as the “birdie”.
p.s., long before having us say “cheese”, portrait photographers would hold up a toy bird and exclaim, “watch the birdie”!

Your black and white photo of a scenic-telescope looking out over San Francisco Bay while Coit Tower peeks over the viewer’s shoulder is an old favorite of mine.
And a lovely example of a special something your photos capture: In any given moment there are an infinite number of subtle and, up to that instant, unnoticed ways that everything is connected. Part of a much larger whole. Actually ONE.
The everything, of course, includes the photographer. And, later, the hairless monkey who happens to be looking at the photograph and experiencing a sudden, surprising existential thrill. A thrill that can range from subtle as a warm breeze to intense as a tropical downpour. Depending on the moment, the photograph and the monkey.
Consider me another hairless monkey trying to catch a crazy lightning flash in a butterfly net of words. And grateful for the ride your photographs provide.
- Nick Eldredge - actor, writer, chaser of lightning flashes
Got to thinking about the time between completing tasks and tasks being completed. For me, this image speaks to the waiting.
A repurposing of the eleven images appearing in my solo show last Fall. No intended meaning in the series. At least, not beyond the fun of music, movement, and the interaction of eleven “characters”. Is there meaning for you in the sequencing? Please, share your story with us.