Sunday, March 15, 2009

Blur



After a long day of traveling I sat at a table in South Station waiting for my train to bring me back to Worcester.  I had nothing to do but take pictures for the next two hours.  But it seemed everyone around me was rushing from one location to the next.  I felt I was just sitting amongst a blur of people. No greetings were exchanged, just fast paced walking to catch the next cab.  I wanted to capture the way I felt at that moment, which was an outside observer that watched time fly past her. 

Free Bibles



Over spring break my grandparents thought it would be interesting to take me to bike week in Daytona.  It was most certainly an experience.  There were thousands of motorcyclists lining the streets.  The sounds of accelerating engines filled the air.  So many people were on the sidewalk that I could hardly stop to take a picture before someone would bump into me, or walk across my photo.  Many people were drunk, and many women with little clothes on, some were on tables. It was chaos.  Then I saw this man.  Humbly sitting on his bike handing out free bibles.  It seemed so strange to me in the given context.  I tried to take a picture conveying the surreal emotion I felt when I experienced this encounter first hand.  To me, this is very strange and beautiful.  

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Fallen Trees

I was driving up by Worcester airport and I was interested in the sides of the road.  There were rows and rows of trees and branches that had fallen from the previous ice storm. As I continued driving I saw these four trees.  All of them were dilapidated in some way.  Some just had lost a few branches, while one of them had about split in half.   

Light


On Shrewsbury Street there is a store dedicated to selling lamps of all shapes and sizes.  At night the owner kept the lights on so the store lit up like a christmas tree.  I was drawn to it like a fly.  I knew I wanted to take a picture, but I wasn't sure at what angle.  There were so many lamps and so much going on.   I was drawn to the mirror because you could see the road behind you.  I was attracted to this particular view because it involved so many layers.