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Landscape

Wednesday September 8, 2010

NEW YORK, NEW YORK – I got a few minutes this afternoon to take a walk in Central Park’s Conservatory Garden (entrance at Fifth Avenue and 105th street). See Central Park Website.

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Landscape

Monday September 6, 2010

NEW MILFORD CONNECTICUT – New Milford is a sad sack of a town that I’ve visited previously on these pages. Here it is in hot light. In a quick online survey of New Milford I turned up nothing on this former furniture store.

Rugs & Carpets Simmons Bedding Fine Furniture
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Garden Landscape Out my window

Sunday September 5, 2010

WARREN CONNECTICUT – Again, the evening light mimicking Fall.

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Landscape

Saturday September 4, 2010

WARREN, CONNECTICUT – We spent the long weekend in Connecticut catching up on our various neglects resulting from the Africa trip, and in my case reconnecting with the soft, warm light and deciduous hardwood landscape of the rural Northeast. There was a autumnal nip in the air and the early evening light foreshadoed fall.

Warren Connecticut sunset
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Landscape

Friday September 3. 2010

NEW YORK, NEW YORK – More infrared, from the IBM building across 57th Street.

57th Street
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Culture Icon Landscape

Wednesday September 1, 2010

NEW YORK, NEW YORK – On my way to some meetings I stopped at one of my favorite spots in New York, Lever House, which has a varying selection of provocative art. Lever House had a new installation of the work of Mike Bidlo, a conceptual artist who “appropriates” the work of other artists, in this case Andy Warhol’s 1984 work “Brillo Boxes”. Bidlo calls this work “Not Warhol”.

What follows is not a photograph. It’s a piece of conceptual art that I’m calling “Neither Bidlo Nor Warhol”.

Neither Bidlow Nor Warhol

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Landscape Transportation

Monday, August 30, 2010

HEATHROW AIRPORT, UK – We left Sunday night for the trip home, via London – over 20 hours including a three hour layover at Heathrow. This was one of those days where even taking one photograph was a burden. The insides of aircraft don’t have that much to say to me, and the world in general seems colorless after East Africa. I take a few listless shots at Heathrow. We are indeed out of Africa.

Out of Africa