Posted on December 19, 2017
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Posted on August 22, 2017
These done at the bar inside Lola, a Restaurant in Miami Beach, Florida. All these shot through a glass of water filled with ice. It was a time of great stress because of family health problems. These distracted me a bit from the day to day, at least for a few minutes, and were therefore invaluable. A form of photo therapy.
Preferred to eat at the bar when alone. Sometimes salmon. Sometimes pasta. Sweet potato fries. Steamed veggies. And usually a glass of Malbec from Argentina. The food and wine always good at Lola. Comfort food.
I started seeing these possible images through the water and ice slowly. Even after shooting them with my phone and then the little Ricoh GR I didn’t know if I could do anything with them. But the cold glass of water with ice was always there. So I shot and shot. They remind me now of all those nights in Miami. Usually alone. I was lucky. The staff at Lola was very friendly.
Things started to go south after father died in July 2014. We discovered mother had memory problems. It became worse as the months went by. She was living alone. Insisting on independence.
We honored that until we saw her no longer able to take care of herself. Not drinking enough water. Not eating. The reflex she had to go food shopping stopped. Refusing help in the house. No longer in control of her medications. An independent geriatric care worker came to the house to speak to mother. See what was going on. She confirmed what we suspected. Dementia. Pretty bad. So. We moved her to assisted living.
My ‘drunken boat’ series as I soothed the end of most days here with excellent food and wine. Thanks to the great team at Lola. Christian, Katerina, Philippe, Guillermina, Gonzalo, Rocio, etc…
Posted on June 16, 2017
Posted on May 19, 2017
One of two older men I met each morning at the pool. They lived in the building. Lived in Florida for the winter months. I was there taking care of mother, the apartment, paperwork, doctors, bills, food in the house. The early morning swims helped with the stress of the day to day while I was there. It helped keep me fit. It was some time each day for myself. I was usually down there by 6:30am. Mother would sleep till 9 or 10.
Posted on April 1, 2017
Gare St. Roch in the center of Montpellier, France. This is a waiting area in the station, but also where people come and go via escalator to get to upstairs to buy tickets and find their way. Descends to street level too. And there are shops on both levels. A busy area where the scene changes quickly. A favorite place of mine to shoot.
Posted on March 30, 2017
Posted on March 6, 2017
It’s all darkness now. The united states aren’t united anymore. A form of madness is spreading. Up is down, black is white. Europe seems to be spinning. People looking for answers in the sewers of racism, protectionism, nationalism, almost any ‘ism’ will do. Seems people just want to be brutalised, treated like trash. Forecast. Looks like rain.
Posted on February 12, 2017
Glass tables. Leather topped stools. All fixed with screws into the cement at the Gare St. Roch in Montpellier, France. This ‘stage’ has become a favorite of mine as I pass through the train station often.
People wait here for trains, friends, and to just plain rest. You can eat here to recharge yourself, recharge your phones, computers, tablets. It’s a scene that changes moment to moment. The cast is always new. Light is often brightly back lit as I shoot from within the station outward. The silhouettes that are often created are a fitting symbol for the shadow like human presence, the coming and going, that seems to never stop revolving.
Posted on January 17, 2017
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One of the last photos I took of the pool behind the building my parents used to live in. Since the summer of 2014 I’ve taken photos of the pool every time I was there. Mostly night shots. Some daytime. But I liked the way it was lit and the reflections and the feel of the night photos.
It was good to sit on the lounge chairs around the pool at night. Some much needed rest from days at the hospital. Watching the palm trees, the clouds. Listening to the waves on the beach. Memories washing over me from the ‘good’ days.