frozen
Once in a while we all feel the urge to leave our mark on this world’s pretty face. Some write books. Some go to war. A few build castles in the sand. Even fewer step on the Moon … But nothing compares to writing your name on a fence 
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
tramstrip
There’s something I noticed about trams in Iasi. When you photograph them from a distance, they look like toy-trains stuffed with Lilliputians waiting for you to play with. But if you get close enough to be noticed, everybody in there becomes so stiffed and suspicious, as in front of a photographer from the criminalistics section.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
let it snow, rain, or whatever…
Tonight it is very cold and dry, so I decide to stay inside and do what most photo amateurs would do under such circumstances: pray for a bad-weather forecast. Speaking of which, I’ve been long thinking about an umbrella that attaches to the head, in order to leave the hands free for the camera. Any ideas where I could find one?
Thursday, January 5, 2006
morning thoughts II
What do you do when there’s nothing left to do in whatever you are doing?
If, for instance, there is nothing to be said in photography that hasn’t already been said, then why wake up early mornings and go out in the cold, when there’s so much to be done in the warmth of your blanket, so many thoughts of a much more decent temperature to embrace…
But later on I remember that lady photographer who decided to follow up a stranger man wherever he would go just to take his photo, always from a distance.
She acts like a detective, walking strategically behind, hiding behind trees, watching his home. She even follows to another town or country, armed with the photo camera and a small tape recorder.
She and the man never make acquaintance. But she leaves a journal that thoroughly records his activities, and her thoughts.
If, for instance, there is nothing to be said in photography that hasn’t already been said, then why wake up early mornings and go out in the cold, when there’s so much to be done in the warmth of your blanket, so many thoughts of a much more decent temperature to embrace…
But later on I remember that lady photographer who decided to follow up a stranger man wherever he would go just to take his photo, always from a distance.
She acts like a detective, walking strategically behind, hiding behind trees, watching his home. She even follows to another town or country, armed with the photo camera and a small tape recorder.
She and the man never make acquaintance. But she leaves a journal that thoroughly records his activities, and her thoughts.morning thoughts
One day I’ll wake up and feel like this…
