The Man Who Fell To Earth

Nic Roeg's 'The Man Who Fell To Earth.' Bowie, at his most extraordinary looking.

With Candy Clark. Whose beauty is more feminine here?

It's a strange, complicated film, full of beautiful images.

Bowie, with one of the great hair-cut/colour combo's ever. His visual presence is astonishing throughout.

The contrast here of Bowie, the alien - red, and all else - blue. Brilliant scheming.

Shot in New Mexico, this image could be straight out of John Ford. It's a remarkable film.

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Down In The Tube Station At Midnight

Boathouse - Detail.

Five Weddings - Christmas Day.

A bike ride at noon, Christmas Day, Prospect Park...

Past the boat house...I counted five - FIVE! - weddings within 100 yards of one another.

All five were Asian couples. All five grooms wore white tuxedos.

Ever since, I've had Billy Idol running through my head. I can think of nothing to justify such torment.

Holiday Spirits.

Or spirits and ghosts...

NIght Falls Fast

Saint John's, Christmas Eve.

A Reflection of Summer.

Kitchen Confidential

'You will always find them in the kitchen at parties.'

Men in Hats.

Father.

My Dad's an old time fight fan, a boxing guy, and whenever I watch a big fight - such as Ricky Hatton's bout last night - I always watch it through his eyes, and maintain a running dialogue with him in my mind. When I say I watch it through his eyes, in a sense I mean this quite literally. My Dad lost roughly seventy per cent of his vision this year, and can no longer follow the fights as closely as he'd like. Nor is he able to read or paint, two passions (and gifts) I developed through him.
This image was taken in Williamstown this year, a casual snapshot. But in taking it, I wondered what, and how much my Dad was seeing as he stared out. I wondered what he might be thinking, gazing into a hazy future at the end of this most difficult of years. Once again, I was struck by his enormous dignity in the face of hardship... as I have been so many times before. And finally, I was aware in the moment of how grateful I am for all I've been able to absorb from the great reservoir of knowledge and learning and kindness that he has afforded me.

First snow.

A different view from the window on Saint John's.

Queensboro Bridge, Colour.

"The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world." Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.

Some Buildings.

I suppose if something bothers me about these images in particular, it's their lack of originality. They are versions of stock, well-worn images we've seen before. Aren't they? You tell me...

Though the play of light on the window frames here works. I can't account for the odd colour of the sky.

Gratuitous Female Nudity

Question: does the phrase 'Hot Nude Pics' generate more traffic?

Early Winter Light.