Through the blinds of a diner in a Chicago suburb: cars pass crusted with ice and the sidewalk scatters white. Dogs in jackets, anxious at their ropes. People stride by with hunched shoulders. The sounds of the diner don’t match the sights out the window until a train approaches and the sound of coffee cup
I absolutely love the color of the first photograph. As usual, whenever color is used in this blog, it’s natural color. And the black and white isn’t too processed. And the perfect little star points of light. Chicago again. I try to show what is there. “What is there” is fantastical enough that I
All work aside, I love to come to big cities to wander and photograph a little human condition. Make some image of randomness. Alas, still working on the images, this is just a few from driving through town. . . . Tomorrow, all street. All day. Stay tuned… -Noah D.
I often write about what it means to be a “regular.” I’m talking where all the waiters or baristas or bartenders on all the different shifts know your order. Where you don’t have an official tab, but if you come up short every once in a while they tease you with “I know where you
Chicago. Finally a moment to wander the streets with no agenda, no work to do. A few touristy things and a whole lot of film through the M4-P. These are the digital moments, however; the film is off at the lab. . . . . . . More time will be spent here in the
So, here The Fledgling Photographer continues… Since my last post, I’ve taken tens of thousands of photos. To get caught up from some of that, I may post a couple a day for a while… or I’ll just continue from now. Anyways, the blog is back. And they all rejoiced. BUT FIRST! I may be