I grew up in a traditional home with a stay-at-home mom who shopped for everyone’s clothes. This worked fine until my teens, when I noticed too many of my clothes were blue—my mom’s favorite color. I’ve always favored black clothing, so at one point I demanded a sayContinue Reading
The smokestacks are from the 19th century, and the utility poles and wires are from the twentieth. Progress— written against the sky and into the environment.Continue Reading
The Savannah College of Art and Design’s Atlanta Campus is located at the northernmost tip of Midtown. Over the last ten years, its footprint has expanded significantly. While on one of my many strolls through Midtown, I noticed this door. When I saw the thesis’s subject, thisContinue Reading
David Darling, a cellist, was one of my favorite musicians. His albums “Prayer for Compassion” and “Eight-String Religion” are my favorites, and I listen to them almost daily. This church, stately and serene, bathed in afternoon light, reminded me of his music. The church was mostly obscured byContinue Reading
I have no idea what this statue is supposed to represent. My immediate reaction was that it showed a man in anguish. It’s in black and white because the Porta 400 loaded in the other camera would not have captured the despair it seemed to convey—a man beweeping hisContinue Reading
When I saw this sign, I laughed out loud. This is the only sign with this warning that I’ve seen on the Carter Center grounds. It’s right next to the hydrant and very low—at dog height. Perhaps, too many unwanted “gifts” have been left by the hydrant,Continue Reading
From 50 yards away, this looks like a cannon. That was my impression every time I drove by. It always seemed odd that a cannon would be in Old Fourth Ward Park, because I never read of it being a battlefield. But I went with my impression and decidedContinue Reading
The interplay of light and shadows gives context and meaning to an image. This table sits by a window that allows direct sunlight only for a few months, each spring and fall. I took this image last fall. Periodically, I look at it admiringly, then move on to somethingContinue Reading
Walking around Decatur, I spotted this deer painted on a restaurant wall. There is nothing special about the image, but it did remind me of the first trip my wife and I made to France. We spent three days in Blois (pronounced bool-wah), a small town south of ParisContinue Reading
It was happenstance that I parked next to this tree. The spot was next to the shopping cart return stall and close to the store entrance. As you can see, the bark was peeling so cleanly that it looked like paper coming off a roll. I could not recallContinue Reading
