True at First Light

Morning panorama, apartment balcony.

Lout

Because Every Girl Loves a Man in a Thong.

What do you mean, no?
There's a man famous in these parts for riding his bike around town in just a red thong. He's got a good tan, no-one can deny him this much. But out in the park yesterday, I had my camera out, ready to shoot a woodland vista, when I was distracted by a noise, and over the brow of a hill came this man. At first I thought it was the other thong guy...but no. An emerging trend then, here in Austin. Obviously I was a little taken aback by the startling view as he approached, and it was only after he'd passed that I realized I had my camera in hand. It seemed irresponsible not to take advantage of the fact...

The papparazzi view.

Mailbox etc.

The Weave.

About Failure

Viva Cesar

Two ideas of the same image. Different values in each, but makes for a nice 'before and after' also.

Must I Paint You A Picture?

Ask The Dust

Texas Truck

The Means of Communication (Pt 2)

Telephone/Telegraph poles...they exert a fascination for me. For some reason I've never quite understood, I see them as a symbol of America, of it's great wide open spaces. Not that we don't have such wires in England...but they're not spread over anything like the same distance. Somehow, I have them tied-up with the idea of exploring new frontiers, the migration west. I suspect it may have something to do with old western movies, in which word invariably arrived to isolated outposts via telegram.

The Means of Communication (Pt 1)

Telephone wires...are they redundant now? I mean, it's all digital and satellite now...are all those wires spread across the country conducting precisely nothing?

End of Summer (V.2008)

Well, yes and no.
Officially, yes.
Realistically, not quite.

The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Swimmer.