Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
It's hot. Damn hot. The first time all year. So, people are finally playing in the water. I went down to the river on Monday to get some folks on the beach at Sewalls Falls. By the time I got back to the office there was news of a girl drowning in a city pool two days before they close for the season. By deadline she had died and we pulled the photo. Maybe run it the next day.
By budget meeting time on Tuesday a man was missing in Newfound Lake. Rotten couple of days. So, this is where this photo will be published.
I'm staying away from water for a bit.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
In the mountains
Spent Saturday hiking the southern Presidentials, from Ammonoosuc Ravine to Dry River Campground. First stop, Mt. Monroe with an amazingly clear view of Mt. Washington.
The trail from Mizpah Hut to Dry River was wacky. The Dry River Cutoff Trail was not dry and not much of a trail. This section was navigable. At one point I had been following a boot prints of a lone hiker. They ran out and were replaced by moose tracks. Calf-deep mud soon followed, then two river crossings, one where the suspension bridge has failed.
Sunday, I hiked Mt. Tom and Field and stopped by Pearl Cascade to cool my feet. It might have been the hottest day of the summer this year.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
12th St. from the Strand bookstore
We were looking at some of Burt Glinn's work recently at the Monitor and I decided to try something like that style, sans-flash, while walking the streets of Manhattan last weekend.
Next time I am taking a camera to the All Points West festival. What an incredible backdrop!
The High Line
Kevin and Indira in Momofuku milk bar
Kevin's car troubles
Cafe Ost, 12th and A
below the Empire State Building
Andrew on the High Line
Slowly catching up to posting. I made this photo with Christine's camera while exploring Swans Island, Maine. That's what happens if you leave your camera behind.
My aunt let us stay in their house on the island, which was pretty incredible. There are twenty-five houses on their mile and a half-long road and only a few yards to the ocean. This image is from shortly after the fog lifted for the first time in two days. I bought a couple of lobsters from the guy whose pier is just out of the frame on the right. I had no idea what his view was like until the next day.
The view is looking south to the Dominican Republic, the next place for landfall. Burntcoat Harbor light is the name of the lighthouse.