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
We were walking along and we came to West End Avenue, which has been closed to cars, and this striking young woman. I asked her if I could take her portrait with the empty avenue behind her. She gave me permission, then took a picture of my picture with her phone off the back of my camera and then asked to take my picture with her phone which, of course, I assented to.
In isolation for months now, running out of things to turn my lens on so more self-portraits documenting the transformation in personal grooming I’ve been undergoing…
Seeing me pass with my camera, he asked me to take his picture and #tag him on Instagram. Here you go!
This one shot in a mirror with the macro lens and the Litra cube held deeply enough under my face to shade my forehead but brighten my eye sockets.
Now that we’ve been isolated in our apartment for 2 weeks I’ll be showing more “street photography” from inside the apartment. Here, Margaret gives me a glacial stare – “are you taking my picture again?”
