Darkness Falls
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...
Road Trips and Resistance Blog
Up Close and Personal – A Photo Exhibit by Wrolf
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,...
Cops vs. BLM By Moonlight
NFT available at opensea.io I was finishing up a meal with a friend on Bleeker St. in Greenwich Village when all of a sudden a squadron of police vans dashed by. I had my...
Camera Gear
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…
Memories of a Time That Will Be
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.
Towards Becoming a Photographer
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...
Brotherly Love
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,...
Death of a Brother
“Looking back, it is all frozen in time. It happened. It is always happening. If I lose myself, it never happened. But I cannot stay lost forever.”