Picking up from my previous blog (a disguised treatise on the benefits of change, or rather a stubborn capitulation of myocardium to photo walks), I chose to explore a city... Continue reading →
Author: Boris R
I prefer my photography to be solitary. As a writer sits with a pen in a room (if he can afford one — the pen or the room), a photographer... Continue reading →
Spring is remarkably resilient; out of the winter muck and February slush emerge cherry blossoms and leaves. The sky clears, heralding my first proper trip back to New York City... Continue reading →
Photographers in mirror are closer than they appear. Have you ever considered what photos you keep taking over and over again? Perhaps you find yourself repeatedly photographing petunias, street lights,... Continue reading →
We didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose us. Long before I picked up my first point-and-shoot camera, Mom was the token pointer (and shooter) of our family.... Continue reading →
It's January. Goodbye Christmas. Elves of tears are running back to the North Pole. Oh, where have the holidays gone? I am particularly forlorn in the following photograph. I know... Continue reading →
Far from fathering anything resembling children, I dad-joke that rather than being old-school, I am an old school, with dusty textbooks, rats that teach chemistry, and skeletons of lunch ladies. I... Continue reading →
Now I don’t remember the first time I pressed the shutter button out of my own volition, and I’d been thinking what to be all bloggy about when a terrifying... Continue reading →
1415 Barclay Street Attributed to famed architect (and once-owner of an ambitious mustache) Francis Rottenbury, and built in 1893, the Roedde House Museum sits on a patch of folklore, a... Continue reading →