I parked my car at a graveyard. A shambling horde of zombie geese came squaking after me.
Normally when I see someone on a cell phone, I'll skip past taking the picture. Too easy, and never that great. This woman was different.
A woman took a photo of a the HMS Bounty, then she went to chimp her photo of a a tall ship. I took a photo of her looking at her own photo of a tall ship. Now you are looking at a photo of a woman looking at a photo of a tall ship. [...]
It was an tense moment that ended in tragedy when Lord king of the seas and longboat extraordinaire Leif Erickson crossed paths with a Mr. Jack Cunningham one cloudy day in May. "What sort of witch's fabric do you have wrapped on your feet which permits the water to bead off like the feathers of [...]
This particular photo got me some great negative feedback on Facebook! For example: I agree with Barbara; what would be the POINT of this picture; other than getting a comment. Duluth has SO much beauty, and variety - in fact I would have to say if this wasn't an "error" than I just don't "get [...]
Canal Park. Duluth, MN. I took my Mamiya RB67 out for a hand held walkabout during my lunch hour. I'm also feeding my hunger for dutch angle use with film formats larger than 35mm.
Being a tourist in Duluth can be exhausting work. Sometimes a nap is in order.
From my infrared flash outing where I almost got arrested by an overzealous police officer.
One of the stranger places I've come across someone playing guitar out in the street.
One day while I was walking down the street, there was a tear in the fabric of time, and 1991 came flowing out of it. I took this picture.
C'mon kid. Between the fact that you are wearing sneakers and sporting shorts, and that I just saw you separate from your mom as she went into Erbert's and Gerberts, I don't believe you need hand outs. Additional information about this image can be found in the post Aftermath: Reactions By Strangers After Being Photographed.
From the summer 2009 expansion of the Duluth Skywalk system over Lake Avenue.
It is cold. It is windy. But at least she has her coffee.
Is that this woman's soul escaping from her chest as she stands on the street corner?
For further info, view my blog post about shooting in a blizzard.
This photo was taken the day after I took my Shovel Monster photo. Temperatures had bottomed out to about -40°F, and the snow plows had done their work. I would not have wanted to be the owner of this car trying to get to work that morning.
Awesome sign being held by a young spectator at the 2008 Grandma's Marathon. I didn't even notice that it said 'Daddy, did u pee your pants' at the moment I took this photo. I found that out later when I pulled the negatives off of the developing reels.
Additional information about this image can be found in the post Aftermath: Reactions By Strangers After Being Photographed.
I can't wait until it is twenty or so years from now. Those big bug-eyes sunglasses are going to be as comically dated as the huge shoulder pads women wore in the 1980's.
This photo depicts a northern man performing a sacred, traditional pre-driving ritual.
The late Mitch Hedburg once said "I like escalators because an escalator can never break: they can only become stairs. You'll never see an Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order sign, just Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience." I feel bad now that I've debunked Mitch. Sorry.
I'm fairly certain there was a cleaner route into this parking lot that didn't include climbing a large hunk of dirty ice, but, they didn't find it. Hand held 4x5 with a Speed Graphic. Aimed & fired the shutter once. Nothing happened. I choked back a curse and quickly cocked the shutter and aimed again. [...]
Here is some proof that a good chunk of street photography is luck.While out shooting, I looked down the busy street in town, and seen it bustling with people. Something inside of me told me I didn't want to take that street today, so I changed course, and went down a street with considerably less [...]
Public beach after hours. The action wasn't on the beach, but about 150 feet out into Lake Superior. Whats a boy with no swimsuit to do? Why, strip down to boxers, rest Speed Graphic on top of his head, say "To hell with you whitecap waves!", wade out and get shooting. Little water never hurt [...]
One of the first street style photos I ever took. I was sitting in the back seat of a car in a parking lot when this slowly drove by. ::click::