A skateboarder in Kiener Plaza downtown. Boards came on the scene when I was in high school in the 1960s. My friends and I used to grab ours and head for the NY subway early Saturday mornings, hoping to find an empty first or last car. If we were in luck, we would try to slalom through the vertical poles while the train was moving. Lots of bruises but fortunately no lost teeth.
Some time ago I posted a picture of a mourning dove sitting on a nest, located in a crook of a downspout from our front porch. A bit later, I had a photo of two chicks on a nearby chair, both parents keeping watch. The nest has been there for awhile, having been used by robins a couple of years ago. Doves can have more than one clutch of eggs in a season so I'm watching to see who may pop up.
I'm a photographer for pleasure and and personal fulfillment, not for money. In the nearly twenty years I've been posting pictures online and entering the occasional show, I've never made a penny for my work. Out of the blue, I was contacted by the multi-talented Carrie Mae Weems, who had a commission to do an installation for the new Obama Center in Chicago. She wanted to use my photo of one of the sculptures of her close late friend, Terry Adkins. I am so honored to be part of an institution I hold in the highest regard. A check is kinda nice, too.
When my extended family gets together there is enough wine on hand to serve an emperor's banquet (and only the good stuff, please). My brother brought this from his town in Massachusetts. Although it lacks an E, it was refreshing but failed to get me on my feet.
