Back Alley

Emilio
Downtown

Canon EOS Rebel T2i 1/50 sec at f/4.5, ISO 100 18 mm

My wife does not understand my fascination with garbage. To be honest, neither do I. If someone can help me out here with a response to her query, I’d be forever grateful. Well, maybe not forever, but a quip or off the wall retort would be most welcome. Why am I sitting here on this filthy concrete street, setting my camera on it’s tripod, to document a back alley in Las Vegas? Why am I not out front where the neon facade promises action, adventure, excitement, rather than sitting here feeling the damp and cold seep through my jeans?

“The most important thing for me is to walk the little alleys of the city, to find the little alcove where someone is cooking something, and just watch them do it. That’s my idea of fun.” ~ Yotam Ottolenghi

5th Avenue Frenzy

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5th Avenue New York City Christmas

5th Avenue and E 50th Street, New York City

From the steps of St. Patrick’s Cathedral looking towards Rockefeller Center, two weeks before Christmas …

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Trouble Man

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Trouble Man

Trouble Man

I took this image in October when leading a sunrise landscape workshop for the  Heritage Conservancy.  I love the depth of the image, the power of the clouds and the lone utility pole.  My father and grandfather were both linemen for utility companies.  Although an educated man, my father wanted to do what his father had done before him and did not want to be inside at a desk.  He loved his job, most of the time – even though he often worked in inclement weather and challenging circumstances.

Living on the East Coast of the US, hurricanes can be a significant threat.  A few years ago a hurricane affected our area with flooding and power outages. A local musician and very talented artist, Lisabeth Weber, wrote a song, Trouble Man, in tribute to all of the linemen seen working diligently to restore power to our community.  I heard the song only a few years after my father had lost his battle to esophageal cancer.  It touched my heart and to this day when I see a crew of linemen, I not only think of my father, but of this song too.  My father would have been greatly honored by it.