[for the sake of mundane geometry]

The streets of our cities are an inexhaustible source of possibilities for photography. They are capable of changing the mood of photographers for the better. I come from this magic potion almost every time, carefree, I wander the streets where I prefer neighborhoods on the outskirts of cities. They don’t have the glamor of thin and elegant neighborhoods, with their bold architectures, but they have more soul. They speak closer to my heart. They whisper more sweetly to my ears.

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an air of mystery…

The black and white photograph for me is this: they are pictures with an air of mystery, of tension in the air. Mystery and tension suspended in the air as if in a micro second a posteriori there would be an explosion or another sudden change and everything would become different from this previous instant. For me, nothing like street photography to fill these pre-requisites.
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….cats: how not to like them?!?!

Even in times of quarantine and social isolation as I live in a very little neighborhood (low traffic of cars and people) I have been making my walks almost daily. I usually walk from 1 ½ hours to 2 hours. Always wearing a mask, but I don’t make contact with anyone. Continue reading “….cats: how not to like them?!?!”

+++abstract+optic+illusion+++

Photographic art has in its product, photographs, the inherent characteristic of two-dimensionality. But, ‘the play of light and shadows, and of colors’ (considered here as a form) gives certain images a three-dimensional character. It is an example of this characteristic that I want to show with one of my photos as a case of ‘an abstract optical illusion’. Continue reading “+++abstract+optic+illusion+++”

Resisting time

—- “the sweet little white baby in the black nurse’s arms both of them bemused in heaven, a picture that should be blown up and hang in the street of Little Rock (AND IN THE AIRLINE TERMINAL OF ATLANTA GEORGIA) showing love under the sky and in the womb of our universe the Mother “—-
— Jack Kerouac’s original text from ‘The Americans’ by Robert Frank referring to the top photo of Frank from 1955 adapted by me for comparison with the (bottom) photo of the Atlanta Airport Terminal in Georgia, 1956 by Gordon Parks.
— 64-65 years have passed, these photos and the inhuman racial problem persist in time, resist in time.

— and Kerouac’s brilliant text also applies to Gordon Parks’ photo.

— everyone’s life matters, regardless of their skin color.

 

Robert Frank 1955 Gordon Parks 1956