Here is another of my abstracts of towers and lines.  I don't know why I am compelled to photograph these, but they thrill me.  They look  like music standing still, and I am very aware of the power whispering and racing through them.

New Abstracts

These are some photos I took over the Easter weekend.  More singing lines, more clouds and skies, more feelings of infinity for me  ;~∆

I bleached these out because I wanted the merest brush strokes on the sky
I like things that look like music

I love this building.  It has a strength that the graffiti and erosion only add to, like the old fighter with scars and tattoos

Doing big-guy stuff.  Excited, but still anxious...not sure where you fit in, what you're supposed to do

Mike's Place

This is the bar my sister-in-law Dian manages in Aurora Township, Illinois.  It's small place that is a real home to the people who come by.  They serve great food: meat fresh from the slaughterhouse, fish caught in the river and the best Italian Beef sandwiches in the Fox River valley.  I was there two Christmases ago and it was a really sweet place to me.   I've never known that small town hangout environment and I could easily see the claustrophobic element to it, but also the absolute security and the need for a clan.  Anyway, it's a lovely clubhouse in the winter with the lights bouncing of the snow.  You could get into an argument inside with someone over something stupid, then go outside for a smoke and see the pretty lights and get sentimental all over again.

Edifici

Charles Brittin

There is a show of Charles Brittin at the Michael Kohn Gallery on Beverly Blvd, LA

Brittin took many, many photos in Los Angeles during the 50s and the 60s, when there was much change going on in the city.  His period was the time of the Ferus gallery starting up; the Watts Riots; the tearing down of many old neighborhoods: changes artistic, physical and political.  His style was very matter of fact, but imbued with a real sweetness and respect for his subjects.  He chronicled the emerging beat art scene and the transformations of neighborhoods like Venice Beach.

He is not well known, which is sad.  Los Angeles, land of photography and cinematography, remains strangely undocumented compared to other cities that did not make their living, so to speak, from the lens.  Hopefully, his recent death will make people pay attention to his work and the work of other photographers who caught so much of the daily history of this very strange town.

Naturally Occurring Abstract Expressionism

Walking around the city of Prague, I came across a wall, and this wall was one big abstract expressionist mural.  I love it when these things just develop on their own, with any manipulation of them being careless and artless,  caused by nature or slipshod man.

Power Collection