Someone in my building brought her out to the trash, a 70s-ish objet that had languished in a living room for god knows how long, serving some need for decor or perhaps company. That's the City for you—toss out the cherished, bring out your dead.
Cottage country. /
Phoning Home /
Over the last several months, I’ve been returning to my hometown to take care of family—some of those images are here. But on the last trip (maybe the final one) I did not have my usual lens with me. It was a chance to use my mobile more. Saskatoon really is a lovely place, it’s just that, well, I was in a mood.
Meet the Hamateurs! /
Finally! Fresh from Hamcation, with a full compliment of radio portraits—and a new website—the Hamateurs Project is ready for viewing. Our antics in Orlando rendered quite a few amateur operators who were kind enough to pose for us, and the results are really pleasing. Take a look at the face of amateur radio today.
Meet Bob KF2GQ, another friendly Hamateur.
Passing through. /
Jim Hall, the accomplished musician and giant of jazz guitar for over 50 years, passed away last week. I'll miss his signature sound, gentlemanly countenance and appetite for a ripe joke. I've photographed Jim many times—our final session in his Greenwich Village apartment was to document his guitar collection.
The images below were taken at a sound check at the Village Vanguard in 2005. It's not likely we'll hear this style of music played with such individualism, which, apart from the man, is what we'll miss the most.
Jim Hall, Village Vanguard, New York CIty 2005
The Waiting /
Everyone, at some time, is bound for home. What awaits there is unknowable; what might be glimpsed, unforeseeable. But the future—ours, theirs, yours—is inevitable. And I promised myself I would not look away when it presented itself. So my homecoming, the last I would have with my mother, was spent at her bedside in a long goodbye that I want to hold on to the only way I know how. See The Waiting.
In attendance. Saskatoon, Canada.