Afghan Girl II.

Taken from a large block long, downtown mural. She went from being an unnoticed filler figure to become one my favorite photo microcosms.

With no apologies to Steve Mc Curry. (My girl was not Photoshopped.)

The microcosm is one of my favorite photography devices. I lift the obscure up to be pleasing eye candy. Art is full of almost unnoticed subsidiary gems. But when given the visual spotlight, these back benchers can rock.

This quirky stylization also doubles as a solid portrait. My street portraits are spontaneous and they are often anthropomorphic rather than human. Think about mannequins in particular. Achieving an effective visual presentation is more important than utilizing a specific life form. (Weegee, 1944).

Fractured Fungus Covered Window Glass. Junked Freedom Bus. North Carolina Salvage Yard.

The bus is part of some jarring American history but it also unexpectedly coughed up some funky modern art. I learned to shoot these naturally occurring abstracts from my colleague Jim Provencher. The patterns, coloration, and presentation are very engaging. But the location of this fractured glazing real piqued my

The Forensic Forage Thrives on Finding Funk.

Just like pornography, you know it when you see it. You might just define it simply as being “off the wall” or as being “quirky odd“. I have been combining funk with the mundane in photo frames for decades. Confronted with shooting something spectacular like the Grand Canyon or the

Some Suspect Rock ‘n Roll Was Banned in Our House.

Don’t Worry Mom, She’s Italian! Timi Yuro missed a golden chance for her career to be really spectacular. She turned down legendary composer Burt Bacharach’s offer to record WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW IS LOVE, in late 1962. She had already charted Number 1 a year earlier

I Found City Lights, Ferlinghetti, and a Young Man Named Jack.

I never made it to City Lights Book Store until the 2011honeymoon of my second marriage. The ethereal lure of San Francisco’s iconic North Beach was then powerful enough to finally coax me there. As I foraged the upstairs nooks, I felt the creative energy of those Beat geniuses

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Fractured Fungus Covered Window Glass. Junked Freedom Bus. North Carolina Salvage Yard.

The Forensic Forage Thrives on Finding Funk.

Some Suspect Rock ‘n Roll Was Banned in Our House.

I Found City Lights, Ferlinghetti, and a Young Man Named Jack.