Thursday, September 27, 2007

Traffic Lights - Series trailer.

I have this odd interest in traffic lights, at least here in America. I'll go into more detail later. But, I have a series of traffic light images upcoming, and a few thoughts to go with the., But for now, I'm off to the west coast for a week. Normal service will resume shortly....

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Industrial Backlots

2nd Ave, Brooklyn.
I'm always drawn to industrial wastegrounds. You can take the Manc out of Manchester, but...

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Sept 12 2007, NYC

Yesterday, Sept 11, was overcast and rainy, in contrast to the day of the attacks, which, as everyone in New York that day remembers, was impossibly beautiful, nothing but blue skies. Today, Sept 12, I found myself by the WTC site, quite by chance. Autumn is sweeping in, but once again, the light is spectacularly clear.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Brooklyn Twilight

If these are my twilight days in Brooklyn, then you can be sure I'll miss views like this one, through my bedroom window.
No filters, no photoshop. 100% natural light.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Miss Conviviality.

Caitlin. She's a sociable girl. And The Food Network never looked so good.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

The Gambler.

There's a certain kind of man, a certain type of character. Imagine a baseball player, if you will - bottom of the ninth, facing a full count - three balls, two strikes. His team is one run behind, but a runner is on base. His team is one out from defeat. The manager wants only for him to get on base, keep the game alive, but at the plate, this is a man with no taste for leaving his destiny in the hands of anyone else. When the final pitch comes, he'll swing for the fence, chasing glory, quite ready to take responsibility for defeat. There'll be no playing safe.
Or else... playing the casinos, blackjack. He's a working man, down to his last fifty bucks. But, he's not going to nurse the remaining money, play five dollar hands. You'll never make a killing that way. So with his last fifty, he offers a generous tip to the cocktail waitress, the attractive girl who's been bringing him Johnny Walker Black all night. The rest he places on a single hand. He'll either win enough to double the next bet and play on... or this time, he'll be forced to call it a night.
For the true gambler, both in life and at the tables, winning small, isn't really winning.
This is Justin, living the High Life - Austin, Tx.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007