Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (5)
auntietk
beachzz
You still got the feel of this area so well. And once again the vibe is the same, Castro, San Francisco, with all of the same kinds of trappings--another super city shot!!
Chipka
The more things change, the weirder it becomes when you see that they're the same. I think what really gets me about this photo is the story I have about the building on the corner--wasn't there a greasy spoon there? I remember going there with my friend Jeremy, after browsing around Barbara's Books and scoring a fancy-schmancy magazine with Traci Lords featured inside. It was right after her scandal blew over and she was moving into other forms of entertainment. Jeremy and I sat in that restaurant, eating something greasy and looking at magazines, before deciding to go back to his place, drink loads of vodka and watch The Exorcist and see how many of the Devil's lines we could quote. Okay, that has nothing to do with this photo, but it actually stirs those memories because I know that corner so well, and I remember the characters who used to prowl around there, the ones like Saro and Zoe O, and the chubby blond guy who thought he was Diana Ross. I am glad the building remained, it's a wonderful architectural gem, and I'm happy the Daley Machine didn't bulldoze it.
Rainastorm
Well..renewed Town perhaps but there is still a feel (most likely your awesome POV) to it that shouts age and dignity...love this old building...its beautiful!! Great contrast to the fairly brand new Dodge Ram pickup hauling its way through the streets.
elfin14doaks
It looks a lot like downtown Oshkosh. Nice capture.