“Feeling lost, crazy, and desperate belongs to a good life as much as optimism, certainty, and reason.”
“It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again.
Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life.”
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
~Henry David Thoreau
I could write volumes about this man, but I’m not confident in my own abilities to put the quality of his character into words. This is a gentleman I met several years ago who, like most grandfathers, couldn’t stop telling me about his children and grandchildren. But his stories were always imbued with a thoughtfulness and a history that I was able to learn more and more about him – where he has been and what he has done in his life, the people the he loved and lost, the jobs he worked and the places he lived, the hardships and celebrations – and I valued every last second I had, telling stories about our families, discussing moral and social philosophy, and eating marijuana chocolate and laughing at inappropriate jokes.
This is a man who has lived life to an extent, in my estimation, that few ever do.
This is a man that has positively affected my life, and changed it for the better.
“It’s extraordinary to look into a baby’s face and see a piece of your flesh and your spirit.”
What can I say? I often photograph unique personalities, wanderers and artists, musicians and random encounters on the street. I like vagabonds, the gritty and the homeless, the creative and the mad. But sometimes it’s refreshing to just look at an innocent face, a tabula rasa that hasn’t yet been marked by experience. ‘Portrait Month’ continues today with a smiling baby boy with some pretty remarkable eyes.
“Most of my photos are grounded in people, I look for the unguarded moment, the essential soul peeking out, experience etched on a persons face.”
“If a photographer cares about the people before the lens and is compassionate, much is given. It is the photographer, not the camera, that is the instrument.”
“A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.”
Another image for ‘Portrait Month,’ this was done as a request by the subject, who desperately wanted his portrait taken, nude and masked, in the dingy back room of a dusty old gym with splintered wood floorboards, old rusty lockers, and split leather weight benches and a deflated speed bag. We assumed, since nobody was there, that the owner wouldn’t mind if we made some pictures.