I am a diarist of ordinary moments that move me. I gravitate towards black and white photography but still celebrate color. I love the candid capture but respect the power of the choreographed moment. I study the rules of phos+graphis but am compelled periodically to ignore them.
Inspiration: Lest I lead you to believe that I've left New York to photograph tribal women in some exotic locale, please hop over to The Photodiarist in Color where everything will become clear and a lot more colorful.
New York: Central Park (1st, 2nd and 4th); Union Square (3rd and 5th)
Inspiration: Someone called one of my earlier photos a picture of "an urban oasis." That description stuck with me when I posted these. A city must have them . . . these urban oases . . . or its people would not survive the concrete, grit, garbage, crowds, pressure and tightness that is city life.
Inspiration: I was heading home one evening last weekend when he stopped me for a photograph. I was a bit tired of raising the camera to my eye, but at the same time, I cannot resist a portrait shot. For the first five frames (all deleted on the spot), he gave me stiffest, most stilted poses. Even he agreed that they weren't good but then did the same thing again! I was about to give up on a good shot when he laughed suddenly, probably at the absurdity of it all. At that moment, I caught this wicked look. One we both liked.
Inspiration: Now that the weather is warmer, it won't be as much of a challenge to snap lovey dovies. I like this one because the branches of the tree and the shrubs at the bottom of the photo create a window while the couple are illuminated within. See here and here and here and here for previous posts in this set.
Inspiration: In the moment I snapped this picture, I was confused as to what was going on . . . but I knew it would make an interesting photo. Then I realized that they were kissing and then talking while she was upside down. Cute!
Inspiration: I snapped this as a part of my portrait class. I like this shot because he exudes cool confidence with those badass glasses, that insouciant gaze and a wicked mohawk. In fact, he was very lovely - gentle even. Can you see that a little bit or do you see only the cooltitude?