MANHATTAN – Freezing cold here. Really. So I spent most of the day inside. Here’s a Bauhau- looking composition – morning light in our dining room. The large glass bowl is from Venini.
Day 5,952 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 13 years to Mustique. Here’s a picture of Basil Charles, proprietor of Basil’s Bar. For about a decade, Mustique was our go-to place in the sun. Day 1,209 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – I’m back in Mount Sinai Hospital, this time for an ablation, a minimally invasive heart procedure. Good to the cardiologists’ word, I was in and out in a half day, feeling fine.
Day 5,951 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 17 years to Joshua Tree National Park. A place that I’ve returned to a dozen times. Nine months before the start of my one photograph every day project
MANHATTAN – We’re Gustavo Dudamel groupies. Tonight he conducted the New York Philharmonic playing, for the first time ever, in Radio City Music Hall. A pop up. Radio City was designed as a theater, not as an orchestral venue, so the sound is stage centered – not good for an orchestra. But . . . Radio City has an elaborate, newly-installed, surround sound system, used for the first time tonight. The experience from row P was very much like listening to the Philharmonic on a good home theater system. Anyway, it was a fun program and Dudamel and the orchestra were in great form.
Day 5,950 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back to Rajasthan India on this day exactly 11 years ago. A few years back, showing a set of prints to a prominent NYC gallery, this image was judged to be “too ethnic.” But this portrait is nonetheless a personal favorite. Interesting that the background landscape looks like a painted backdrop. Day 1,932 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – Another remarkably cold day here. So I got some images from the basement of our building.
Day 5949 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back exactly 11 years to India. Day 1931 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – Here are two views of today’s storm: one at home out of our dining room window, and one close to home on Lexington Avenue.
I view New York as my oyster – I’m free to travel anywhere here, camera over my shoulder with the camera wearing a 28mm or 35mm lens depending on my mood. Public transportation goes everywhere, and almost everywhere is safe for a guy carrying an old-looking camera. Today it would have been great to go to Coney Island or Orchard Beach or the Gowanus Canal to see them snowbound, living the advice “f8 and be there” (attributed to Weegee). Go to where real images can be made. But I didn’t go anywhere: we’ve had 24 inches of snow in the last 24 hours; sidewalks aren’t shoveled, steps to the subway are treacherous, the very few cars on the roads are sliding all over the place. So a stayed home and worked on a Substack post. Dull of me.
Day 5,948 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 11 years, again to India. Day 1,930 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – We’re here hunkering down for the major blizzard that we’re expecting tomorrow. So we lit a fire in our living room and sat and read. The object in the center of the mantle was made by an artist friend as an anniversary present: the image is after Tiepolo’s Antony and Cleopatra, with my and Maria’s faces substituted for Antony and Cleopatra. And of course there’s a selfie. I brought the andirons and the fender back from London as carry-on decades ago. The Murano mirror was Maria’s mother’s. That’s a lot of narrative, not my usual style. Creeping nostalgia?
Day 5,947 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back precisely 11 years to a rainy day at the Taj Mahal. This is a personal favorite. Day 1,929 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
MANHATTAN – We arrived back in New York last night. Today’s image is a construction site at the corner of Lexington Avenue and 86th Street, the site the former Papaya King – the best hotdog joint in New York.
Day 5,946 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 14 years to construction in our apartment here. Day 832 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
