a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
I woke early, thinking about a photo project I’ve been returning to, based on Ezra Pound’s famous haiku. I slipped up to the living room attempting not to disturb my sleeping spouse and saw the security light in the street below shining through the frost on the window and silhouetting the basil plant on the sill. I grabbed my tripod and took a few pictures at different distances and heights, this one at 1.3 seconds at f2.8 (and the Fuji base ISO of 160). It looks a little zen, no?
I’m not sure this quite conveys the quality of light – the leaves were glowing golden and the shopping carts shining silvery in the late afternoon sun. I stopped quickly and shot a few frames, trying to capture the brightness of the scene.
I had already passed by this woman when it registered that the bouquet she was holding was made up not of flowers but of Autumn leaves. I asked her if I could take her picture with the leaves an she agreed. We chatted very briefly about how beautiful they were and I asked her if they were for a project and she said yes. Then I was on my way.