Photography

A WRITER'S WIT
As we advance in life, we acquire a keener sense of the value of time. Nothing else, indeed, seems of any consequence; and we become misers in this respect.
William Hazlitt
Born April 10, 1778

Santa Fe Boy 1980

I was trying to capture the geometry of the shadow play on the sidewalk, and out strolls this delightful kid into the shot. His shadow is like a ghost, a second personality perhaps. In the production of the photograph, I have to sacrifice what the overhead signs (a favorite subject of mine) have to say. Ah.

FRIDAY: NEW YORKER FICTION 2014