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 (9)
danapommet
As the sign in the background states - outstanding start of a poem Corey. We have all dreamed that road trip. Boston to San Diego (by plane at 14) was my first. Then came the car. Boston to Washington,DC. Boston to Key West. Boston to Halifax, Nova Scotia and the Trans Can all the way to Vancouver. Then the Grand Circle Adventure around the South West for months on end. You have to finish your poem, not only for you but also the rest of us. Dana
elfin14doaks
I love road trips. Dave however would prefer to drive. I like seeing everything. This is a pretty cool shot and a great poem start, one day you will finish it I am sure.
beachzz
Road trip---oh yeah!! I love those lines, and all they make me think of. I have packed my car a couple of times and moved on, never quite knowing what was at the end. Great shot, I can feel those tires and hear that engine!!
watapki66
Wonderful shot, it evokes the thoughts of a roadtrip!
Chipka
Ah...the expressway from the overpass...it doesn't really matter which expressway or which overpass, as they all look largely the same, either with our without the el running down the middle of it. This is one of those sorts of Chicago views that I will always remember, no matter where I may eventually/ultimately wind up. Far away, no doubt, but where...well...who knows? Anyway, I love the amber hues of this as well as the deep/dark shadows and the visual invocation of speed! I can almost smell car farts. Hmmm...how romantic an olfactory image that is. I like this picture a lot! It has a nice mood. I also like the idea of an unfinished poem, but that's just me...I'm weird like that.
xpersona
Doskonałą praca Doskonała sceneria i koloryt. Wielka sztuka pasji montowania. Pozdrawiam miło.
auntietk
Outstanding, indeed! (How nice of them to include that word in the cityscape!) If you continue west on that highway you will end up in Seattle, and I will be SO happy to see you! :D I love the energy of this shot.
durleybeachbum
Superb!! How interesting that that word should be there!
ragouc
Very good...