The Other Side: Pompey

February is Black History Month and this photograph was one of the prints on display during solo exhibitions I had at New York City’s African Burial Ground National Monument and other venues. The burial ground, located in Mastic Beach, Long Island, is believed to be the site where some of William Floyd’s slaves are buried.

Street Photography: Rain, Rain, Go Away…

It’s definitely feeling like autumn, for which I have mixed feelings. I like the colorful foliage and the toasty smell of the dead leaves and crumbled acorns. I also like the crisp temperatures that put me in the mood for tea or hot cider. But I don’t like the struggle and the depressing feeling of

Street Photography: Bring on the Blur

It’s difficult for me to write about my blurry photographs. There really isn’t much to say. I think it’s the sort of thing where one either is open to considering the image and possibly liking it or one might just reject it out of hand. All I know is that I like the randomness to

Street Photography: Blurry Mode Again

Yes, it’s time for me to bring on the blur. I get tired of shooting a certain way and then go with slow exposures for the challenge of creating something interesting. This was photographed at Penn Station in New York City during the rush hour. As soon as a track is announced for a train,

Street Photography: Back to Work

It was good to take a break, but here we are. Back to work, back to school, back to the rush. The days will be getting cooler and shorter. Leaves will change from green to red, orange, and gold. Before long, we are on our way to the holiday season. It seemed like the summer

Street Photography: Caught Looking

Parliament Funkadelic. That was what I thought of when I saw the fellow on the right and decided to take the photograph. Or did I take the photograph because of the coziness I felt from the coffee shop? I no longer remember even though I created the image less than a month ago. And my

Street Photography: Slow Catches Fast

New York is fast.  And for that reason, I can almost always pick out who the tourists are.  They tend to amble along impeding the natives who are speedwalking to make their appointments or to catch a train, bus, or taxicab.  Perhaps this businessman had the right idea in avoiding the sidewalk altogether and taking