broke down.

The bus from Palm Springs to downtown LA broke down in a tiny, nameless desert town. Nobody spoke English. The bus driver didn’t speak English. The man sitting next to me—an overjoyed, perpetually smiling character who was traveling with his large family and who kept offering me pieces of some kind of Mexican flatbread—couldn’t speak […]

photo story/ the queensboro bridge.

We filled up a thermos with red wine. I had a new lens and a cheap, rickety tripod. It was cold. They danced circles around me. I took the photo; we drank the wine. This was the first long exposure night shot I ever took. October 22, 2009, the Queensboro/59th St bridge in Manhattan taken with […]