Rose

Rose

I take the train here in Chicago a lot. As such, I have a lot of images taken at train stations. It is an ever changing landscape of imagery... And "special" characters.  

When one finds some trash or other discarded item, it is easy to imagine how it came to rest in that place. A soda can thrown away because no trash can was near, a glove dropped by an unknowing pedestrian, but this rose caught my attention because I couldn't entirely imagine the complete story. Why is the stem cut? How did this one rose manage to cling to the platform so close to the edge? Why is there only one?

The story of this rose may never be known. What do you think its story is? 

Black Light, Black Water

Black Light, Black Water

Cinematography is the craft of telling a story with many moments, lacing them together in a stream of consciousness. Photography is the opposite; telling the story of a single moment. They are both different and the same, two sides of the same coin, like zero and infiniti, both nothing and everything. 

Revisited

Rush University

When going out and exploring the city, I find that I'll come back with some images that are I keep but don't feel particularly drawn to. I might play with them in post a little and find them worthy of being maintained but not publishing.

Occasionally, I'll take a brief tour of my photos from months or even years ago and stumble on one of these image but now I see it differently, a new image that hasn't changed but also new.

I once read, and I don't recall who said this, one should wait six months before sharing a photo with the world. I don't also agree with this as I have images that I immediately wish to share but I have found some wisdom in the experience that I keep an image not knowing why or what to do with it. I suppose I could argue the picture sat in my mind, subconsciously waiting my conscious return before it is ready for others' to view.

Another strange method to the creative process.