A link in a chain…
Lines of people. Chords in a piece of music. The poem in the margin. A forgotten roll of film. Shoes that were never worn. Columns standing in a field. A…
What is coming between light and dark…
I drove from Middle Tennessee to Central Arkansas today. I’ve probably made that trip a hundred times. For the first half of the day, snow fell and drifted and looked like…
Textures and oranges…
The rain had started tapping On the window near my bed There was a loophole in my dreaming So I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes…
The market floor…
I’m beginning to return to places frequently enough that I am seeing the evolution over time. The first time I set foot in this square, I couldn’t actually see it.…
A state of mind in images…
I’ve been to Chicago many times now and it is rapidly becoming one of my favorite places to photograph out on the street. I am actually impressed by how nice…
As things are and will always be…
The White County Fair… . . . . . . . . I write a post from the White County Fair with no words… because… there are no words. Only…
Driven to an ancient road…
Driving the countryside of southern Spain in a rented car… …going places where trains don’t run and the bus system is prohibitively slow and unreliable. Its tough, the road systems…
Its coming…
Nothing special… …just a picture of a dog about to lick the fisheye. Slurp? Stay tuned, -Noah D.