
Handball courts down by the FDR Drive where my friends and I used to play until being crowded out by far superior players (challengers would play the winner of our matches until we were entirely displaced).

Handball courts down by the FDR Drive where my friends and I used to play until being crowded out by far superior players (challengers would play the winner of our matches until we were entirely displaced).



Tried to make this Rockefeller Center building the canvas for a tree portrait.



I continue to explore the house at the corner, following on from the last two days’ posts. After passing the side, I had a brief view over an ivied wall, of the back of the building, giving on to the garden.
One thing I did before shooting was switch the camera to shoot in Fujifilm ACROS, a rich black and white film stock – I was trying to get a full range of tones (of course, I was shooting raw, so all the colour information was captured but it was helpful to visualise it in B&W right through the viewfinder.
to be continued…

I’ve been reading some of Jim Roche’s posts on Substack lately, particularly one about John Gossage’s The Pond and another on The Absent Hand by Suzannah Lessard. These have inspired me to photograph closer to home, rather than awaiting opportunities to photograph farther afield.
On the corner of my street lies this seemingly abandoned building. There have been broken down cars lying in its forecourt, for a while there was a large tip (dumpster) on the street outside and all sorts of dilapidated furniture and old rubbish made its way out. For a long time the door hung open and one would occasionally be aware of people there, but for the last few months the door has been shut and some windows boarded up. There is a seemingly abandoned car sitting on the forecourt, it’s front windows open, its rear left tyre flat. No one comes or goes. It is surrounded on two sides by an overgrown garden.


to be continued…

Everyone who visits must take a picture like this but it’s seemingly impossible not to when you havea camera in your hand and are confronted by the sight.


I’ve photographed (and posted) this already but each time I’m there I want to try and get a better shot.



I liked how the red car, the blue sky, and the white wall outside reflected the mural inside.





from below and above


On a walk home from Kemptown I was struck by the many interesting streets leading down to the beach and the English Channel. I’m not sure any of the individual pictures make the grade but as a small collection…?


