In the last few years I’ve ridden a number of ferries through the San Juan and Gulf Islands, in the western U.S. and Canada. Naturally, the camera comes out for passing boats, dramatic skies, and cliff-clinging madrones. But I also find myself drawn to the shapes and shadows on board the ferries themselves. Here are four of the compositions that have arisen from these moments; click open for slideshow.
You have eight hours of free time in Chicago — two hours one evening, six the next day. For once you get to see more than the inside of O’Hare International. You think you will not visit The Bean. There are so many other things to see before the rains come. Well okay, maybe you will just walk by at a distance and see the crowds and be glad you are skipping The Bean, at least this time. What is The Bean anyway? Is it art, or already a commodity? Warhol might have painted The Bean, but this is 2017, right? Will you have trouble sleeping after consuming a legume of this size?
And yet, something happens — you are pulled, your brain waves curve and flatten and bulge like reflections in The Bean — and you go to there. You go to The Bean. It’s all right, everything will be all right. Surrender to The Bean. It’s The Bean’s world; we only live in it.