Some Kind of Photo Dump
I started the Phlog to give myself a place to share photography and writing how I wanted to on my own terms with no likes or any of the other social media anchors. That said, I’ve already started to pigeonhole myself into creating article-style work, or at least related work. In an effort to maintain my self proclaimed freedom, this post is photographs from a roll that I shot with zero purpose, just for fun. I’ll write a little here and there, and I hope you enjoy.
BJs always has interesting stuff lying around their back alley. A slide today? A very short slide, mind you.
I quite like this photograph. The man in my side mirror looks as though he is up to no good, doing something he shouldn’t. And here I am, taking his photograph. Caught red-handed. Made at the gas station.
G holds our dog’s lead as he uses the restroom. She is an incredible dog trainer.
I am consistently interested in photographing the glow of his fur as the sun shines through.
These three images were made near my coworker’s house. I pick him up sometimes, and he usually leaves me enough time to walk around a bit.
Home Garden.
I keep tabs on a lot of my surroundings over time. This van sits on four flats and hasn’t moved in over a year.
The bridge at Boston Common, illuminated at night. I was approached by a man with a notebook. “Hello sir,” he said. “I am an artist and performer, would you like to hear a poem?” His tone was mundane, and he gave the impression that he has asked this question hundreds of times, usually followed by an unfriendly response. I closed by book and invited him to begin. He recited some of his own work for about one calendar minute, concluded, and thanked me for my time.
Later that night at Wally’s, a jazz bar.
One of my dear friends at Gore Place.
I hope you found some joy looking through my recent images. I’ll try to do photo dumps more often to break things up. Thanks!