Coca Cola rules in the south. It was invented in Atlanta in 1886 by John Pemberton. In the early 1900s, the Woodruff family obtained the rights, and the Woodruff family still holds quite a bit of clout locally. I’ve grown up seeing ads for Coke, and this one isContinue Reading
Any sufficiently large wall space seems to be a magnet for those who wish to leave a memento of their presence. Usually, it’s barely readable scrawls in the form of broad strokes of paint. Symbols are common (few of which I recognize). Under this overpass, the typical expressions areContinue Reading
Among the many sculptures along the BeltLine is this collection of silver oak leaves (only species found in Georgia). Most were impossible to shoot without getting apartment buildings or other structures in the background. The leaves are placed along a small hillside facing west. I was there in late morningContinue Reading
Once again, I am torn between color and black and white. For months I had seen images of this rhino head but had no idea where it was. My initial impression was the sculpture was in Old Fourth Ward Park. After walking around the park and asking passersby, no oneContinue Reading
The Carter Center is in the middle of Atlanta. Freedom Park, which surrounds it, is a somewhat loose collection of green spaces scattered over a relatively wide area. Recently, I learned that some walking paths have art, specifically sculptures, like the Atlanta BeltLine. Eager to shoot my Maxxum 700si andContinue Reading
I’ve always been fascinated by the Bank of America Plaza. It stands atop a rise between Midtown and Downtown Atlanta, so one approaching it from the east or west is going uphill. Standing in the valley on North Avenue that nestles the entrance to Old Fourth Ward Park and lookingContinue Reading
We had a family membership to the High Museum of Art that I allowed to lapse during the lockdowns. The last time we went, in 2019, was to see a Romare Bearden exhibit. At the time, I was only a few months along on my photography journey, so it didContinue Reading
My love of jazz is not matched by my knowledge of the musicians who made it. I know about Miles Davis because I read his biography. And I readily admit that what I know about most other musicians came from reading that biography. There are few whom I could recognizeContinue Reading
The Old Fourth Ward is a historic Atlanta neighborhood that lies east of downtown Atlanta. The northernmost border of Old Fourth Park abuts North Avenue, one of those streets where, for a long time, one only drove across to get somewhere else—how things change. The new park lies in anContinue Reading
The idea for an image can arise from any experience or thought. This image exists because I had just received a new black SR-1, a camera I’d never heard of until seeing it for sale. The camera was in beautiful condition, and I bought it only because it was black.Continue Reading
