Cap, cane, jacket, backpack, sunglasses and LED lights: A well-prepared veteran.
He reminded me of the blues.
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My mother Odila — a very strong woman. Much, much stronger than I or anyone else I know! Mom gave me my first ‘serious’ camera in 1997, a manual Canon single lens reflex with which I learned the technical side of photography.
I’ve been learning the more difficult side — where to stand, where to point the camera and what’s in my heart — ever since! Cameras have taught me more about people, the world around me and myself than most anything, though it is best when combined with books, music and whatever you love.
Thank you, mom!
Meeting an old friend after 10 years. Photograph by Amy.
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This frame reminded me of Lord of The Flies.
Que você ultrapasse os tempos e os ventos, meu irmão! Te amo!
The lion guarding the north side of the library is called Fortitude.
Visiting the library? Don’t miss Public Eye: 175 Years of Sharing Photography, which has so much iconic work on display that I feel nervous being there and often just hide, and William Meyers' whimsical, lovely photographs from the Outer Boroughs.
In January 2007 I attended a photography workshop with Per Volquartz and a mix of photographers in Joshua Tree National Park in California. Per was a master photographer and printer and a kind, joyful person.
When I searched for his website recently I was saddened to learn he passed away in 2011, so I went back to these pictures I took during those days and nights on the high desert.
These are for Per.
I WONDER IF we have ever asked ourselves what education means. Why do we go to school, why do we learn various subjects, why do we pass examinations and compete with each other for better grades? What does this so-called education mean, and what is it all about? This is really a very important question, not only for the students, but also for the parents, for the teachers, and for everyone who loves this earth. Why do we go through the struggle to be educated? Is it merely in order to pass some examinations and get a job? Or is it the function of education to prepare us while we are young to understand the whole process of life? Having a job and earning one’s livelihood is necessary but is that all? Are we being educated only for that? Surely, life is not merely a job, an occupation; life is something extraordinarily wide and profound, it is a great mystery, a vast realm in which we function as human beings. If we merely prepare ourselves to earn a livelihood, we shall miss the whole point of life; and to understand life is much more important than merely to prepare for examinations and become very proficient in mathematics, physics, or what you will.
The wind came suddenly in the morning and continued through the afternoon.
Ran into an exodus from Central Park.
Boy outside. Spring is coming.
Photograph by my mom, Odila Griffee.
One of my favorite contemporary writers, Geoff Dyer, in a Strand Books panel discussion with Nikil Saval and Jenny Davidson surrounding society’s impact on literature through Raymond Williams' interviews in a new edition of Politics and Letters which includes an updated introduction by Dyer.
Dyer signed my copy of his book about photography, The Ongoing Moment that I warmly recommend along with his book about life on an aircraft carrier, Another Great Day at Sea: Life Aboard the USS George HW Bush, which includes pictures by Chris Steele-Perkins.
She reminded me of Tori Amos in her youth.
A customer departs a popular New York City eating establishment.
Cyclists in New York City often have their athleticism on display.