Trying to re-locate the gopher/groundhog that insists of showing up every five to six days and eating all the leaves off of everything. Instead, this young ‘un wandered into the trap and wanted no part of leaving. The brick was holding it open. It could leave at any time.
Can’t stop thinking about Cathy Ann and SNL: possums only got two moves. They hiss and then play dead.
If I were a real photographer, I’d blow these two photos up next to each other. They’re from back to back days in July; one was taken outside a Junkyard on Grays Ave. The other is a pair of frames found on Powelton Ave this morning. One represents the junk we buy and then throw out. The other captures the stuff we save — this human was on-time to school during the 1954 school year and seventy years later the framed certificate was on a street corner in West Philly.
44th and Market, Early Morning. Almost.
Wissahickon Graffiti.
Find the statue. Find toleration.
Got too dark, too fast. Even with a mostly full moon, a good flashlight, and headlamp, it was dark, dark, dark.
Helpful neighbor on the 4800 block of Hazel. There’s a hole.
Clark Park. A human had collected a lot of their belongings and set up a space where I believe they were sleeping. It looks like the city came and moved most of their possessions to the curb. Mirror stayed.
I like taking and making photographs. I’m trying.
This article/review provides a list of assignments, based on the titles of the various exhibitions:
Neither give nor throw away
Beneath the surface
Journey to the center
There’s a Lee Friedlander photograph of a Dallas freeway highlighted in the article that I want to recreate on the Spring Garden bridge.
