There is a church near downtown that is literally right next to a towering office building. It makes for an interesting contrast: the church is made of large brown stones, the building of reflective bluish glass. I didn’t like any of the frames illustrating this—I have been in a picky mood lately. The figure here is curious.
Construction on 16th Street. I have found this to be the most interesting place. Everybody gathers here: businessmen, workers, tourists, street performers, and homeless persons. It is a meshing, one worthy of further exploration.
Blogger is being such a bitch right now. I really need to switch to something else.
Denver has more homeless people than any other city (Portland, Seattle) I’ve seen, hands down. There is a man holding a cardboard sign on every street corner, a woman begging outside nearly every store. This is foreign to me, and interesting.
As I was leaving 16th St. I heard music. Following my ears, I discovered (to my delight) a Hispanic Christian worship concert. It was in a large open coliseum near the Denver Post offices.
What seems important to me are these moments, the offbeat. I have really come to admire the work of Henri Cartier-Bresson. I find that style fascinating, extremely visual (this has nothing to do with this particular photograph.) Right before shooting this I looked at Robert Capa’s work in a bookstore. Good stuff, too. Photography was so much more romantic in those days.
I worked frantically, weaving in and out of the crowd, moving to the front and then the back. I must have taken one hundred photos, although I was only there twenty minutes.
There were tambourine players and drummers up front. Unfortunately, the main performers were roped off and I didn’t have a telephoto. I though about sneaking around, but I was already thirty minutes late for meeting my parents, so I didn’t bother.
There were lots of people, all participating in their own way.
It is quite the rush, discovering an event and working frantically to document it. There are many dimensions, and each individual offers a different perspective.
This is somewhat interesting. I tried to stay away from extremely wide shots. This is a photographic weakness, trying to get it all in the frame. Images are often about what is excluded, about simplicity. I shot wide here.
A man sleeps while the music plays. It was loud, my ears are still ringing.
My parents at a restaurant in Parker, Colorado. They are looking for a place to rent. My dad always manages to look at me when I bring the camera to eye level, despite my sneakiness.
The men’s toilet in said restaurant. That is a portrait of a girl. Above a urinal. Somebody must have a sense of humour.
It has been a lifelong goal of mine to capture lightning in photographic form. There was a few bolts tonight, so I aimed the camera out of the rear window while my parents were driving around looking for housing. The idea (so it seems) is to set a long exposure, aim, and pray. It didn’t work, but the result is somewhat interesting.
There is a church near downtown that is literally right next to a towering office building. It makes for an interesting contrast: the church is made of large brown stones, the building of reflective bluish glass. I didn’t like any of the frames illustrating this—I have been in a picky mood lately. The figure here is curious.
Construction on 16th Street. I have found this to be the most interesting place. Everybody gathers here: businessmen, workers, tourists, street performers, and homeless persons. It is a meshing, one worthy of further exploration.
Blogger is being such a bitch right now. I really need to switch to something else.
Denver has more homeless people than any other city (Portland, Seattle) I’ve seen, hands down. There is a man holding a cardboard sign on every street corner, a woman begging outside nearly every store. This is foreign to me, and interesting.
As I was leaving 16th St. I heard music. Following my ears, I discovered (to my delight) a Hispanic Christian worship concert. It was in a large open coliseum near the Denver Post offices.
What seems important to me are these moments, the offbeat. I have really come to admire the work of Henri Cartier-Bresson. I find that style fascinating, extremely visual (this has nothing to do with this particular photograph.) Right before shooting this I looked at Robert Capa’s work in a bookstore. Good stuff, too. Photography was so much more romantic in those days.
I worked frantically, weaving in and out of the crowd, moving to the front and then the back. I must have taken one hundred photos, although I was only there twenty minutes.
There were tambourine players and drummers up front. Unfortunately, the main performers were roped off and I didn’t have a telephoto. I though about sneaking around, but I was already thirty minutes late for meeting my parents, so I didn’t bother.
There were lots of people, all participating in their own way.
It is quite the rush, discovering an event and working frantically to document it. There are many dimensions, and each individual offers a different perspective.
This is somewhat interesting. I tried to stay away from extremely wide shots. This is a photographic weakness, trying to get it all in the frame. Images are often about what is excluded, about simplicity. I shot wide here.
A man sleeps while the music plays. It was loud, my ears are still ringing.
My parents at a restaurant in Parker, Colorado. They are looking for a place to rent. My dad always manages to look at me when I bring the camera to eye level, despite my sneakiness.
The men’s toilet in said restaurant. That is a portrait of a girl. Above a urinal. Somebody must have a sense of humour.
It has been a lifelong goal of mine to capture lightning in photographic form. There was a few bolts tonight, so I aimed the camera out of the rear window while my parents were driving around looking for housing. The idea (so it seems) is to set a long exposure, aim, and pray. It didn’t work, but the result is somewhat interesting.
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