Was It a Dream
Was it a dream a stolen kiss freely given a look along the bar she comes to me I stammer like a teenager how difficult can this be does he mind does he care...
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Fifty six years comes with fifty six years of experiences. Most are hum drum, some are dramatic.
Was it a dream a stolen kiss freely given a look along the bar she comes to me I stammer like a teenager how difficult can this be does he mind does he care...
I must struggle to be young and immortal again every day an opportunity to earn a gold star to do some adulting every day more precious my life is a lever With one end...
It’s a memory not a dreamLiving in it every dayI will always be seven somewhere there is a sunlit fieldcut into a hillside of chalksomewhen darkness fallsas i wait for my brother i walk...
Photo essay of a BLM protest in Brooklyn in 2020
As displayed at the grand opening of Hekate, on Avenue B, East Village, NYC. I got lucky, one of these is of Editrix Abby, before I knew her. She saw it on social media,...
we were children of nineteen and twenty unblooded in our innocence as we walked through a minefield following the track, signs and skulls warning of danger on either side when a sound from a...
My camera gear is very minimal, I generally use a Sony a6500 mirrorless camera (link to newer a6600 https://amzn.to/3DIA3fA). Light weight, in-body optical stabilization…
My trusty phone just reminded me that it’s time to leave to see Aïda at the Met at 8.
I programmed in my entire season of opera when I booked my build-a-season tickets, pre-COVID. I haven’t deleted them, for just a few seconds I can remember another, better world.
Activism / Experiences / Photography
by Wrolf · Published August 16, 2020 · Last modified October 17, 2021
I never intended to become a protest photographer. I rarely expressed artistic creativity in my youth. I was so focused on math and sciences, always seeking the inner beauty and surety of mental constructs...
My brother and I shared a special bond, perhaps as close as twins, though we were one year apart. I was the supposedly more responsible one, but in reality we were a dynamic duo,...