December 07, 2006
December 05, 2006
November 06, 2006
October 23, 2006
October 22, 2006
after being part of a feb.15th,2003 antiwar protest in seattle, i was an attentive waitress that nite,passing white napkins to customers as they were peace doves.
on march 20th, 2003, i was out to dinner in a trendy mexican joint in denver. the dining room was busy. there was a line at the door. food and drinks in frosted glasses were delivered quickly to tables.
huge, suspended television screens were beaming with explosions. the english subtitles read:"the invasion on iraq has begun". the music in the restaurant was carnival like. the ancient land of babylon was on fire. the waiter told me that enchiladas were excellent that nite.
October 18, 2006
September 26, 2006
September 01, 2006
he hangs out near broadway. a lot. i was finished with my job. it was a saturday, warm evening. he just appeared by the fence while i dealt with a heavy gear, packing it in the car. i took the camera out of the suitcase, asked for the shot. his pose was nice, still, with a good steady gaze into my lens. one day, i will find out his name.
August 31, 2006
July 25, 2006
sharon said: "when i was homeless, i used to live under the bridge".i commented:"it is kind of cool to say: i lived under the bridge". she looked at me, took a drag, exhaled and said:"it is kind of cool, but it is not a good thing".
she added: "the 5pm is the worst time when you are homeless. everyone is having dinner and you are just sitting in the field, all alone".
sharon likes to roll "drum" tobacco. "american spirit" is ok sometimes, but too bitter for her.
July 21, 2006
July 14, 2006
July 13, 2006
July 06, 2006
quiet neighborhood. a man laying down. in a distance, and coming closer,a loud siren. i make my first exposure.fire truck arrives. firemen come out. i make the second exposure and they make an eye contact with me. man laying down raises his arm upon questioning.i make my third exposure and fireman makes another eye contact with me. time to go then.
June 27, 2006
June 24, 2006
June 23, 2006
June 22, 2006
June 21, 2006
warm, spring day. the tree casting shadows on the "transistor man", coins by his side and his hat in a perfect position.after i photographed him, i returned to take a look again. someone was already there, sitting down nearby. i asked, if he was ok, pointing at the man on the ground. the guy said:"yes, he is ok".
park near broadway. he was sleeping on top of the hill. his bundles around him and worn out shoes with holes. in front of him large vase with water. i decided to let him be, not photograph him at all, even though that vase was unusual. i sat down on lower part of the hill and started reading. he came over quite quickly and asked me, if i smoked. he gave me his tobacco to roll. we sat and smoked. he asked me, if i had a boyfriend. i said i was a lesbian and we kept smoking. i asked, if i could photograph him. he said: "sure". curly, pretty, grey hair. eyes blue and "quick". they changed focus all the time. he said, his name was mark. i used almost all his matches to lite my cigarette. only one was left. before i took off, i said i would be back with matches. he asked, if he could come home with me and eat. i went to broadway, got a roll and a book of matches. when i came back, he was sleeping again. i said: "mark". he took the roll and started eating fast. i put the book of matches on the grass. he said: "thank you".