Thursday, March 31, 2011
For many years I kept a journal composed of polaroid images. I scanned these today.
This set is all from the 199o's
More about this work.
They don't make this film anymore... blogging has replaced the old handmade books.
It is what it is, and it ain't what it ain't. (Thanks to a lyric by Kevin Dudley)the 1990's
I just scanned four unrelated images from my files. They make a kind of sense to me today...
The baby is from a newborn unit in a hospital a while back, the woman gesturing powerfully was at a union gathering I covered, the gambler studying the racing forms was at Laurel Raceway in Maryland , and the handcuffs were on a wall at a prison in Baltimore.
All these photographs are outtakes from assignments
My grandparents came from Bachow, a shtetl near the now-Polish city of Przemysl. My daughter and I traveled there in 1998.
These crows appeared in the graying sky as we first emerged from our vehicle, they were almost directly over Bachow.
Most of the family left in the great Jewish emigration at the turn of the 19th and 20th century. Some made it to Israel after World War II, but many perished in the Holocaust.
This material is from the project Red Thread.
There is an excellent blog chronicling the history of the Jews of Przemysl.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Seen near the site of a street shrine to Henry Kelly on Buena Vista Terrace, in SE Washington DC.
Homage to Charles Demuth's I Saw The Figure 5 in Gold, inspired by William Carlos Williams poem, "The Great Figure":
"Among the rain
I saw the figure 5
on a red
to gong clangs
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city"
And, here, I found the letter F, in the gutter, a few sad steps from a murder site...