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 (21)
parrotdolphin
Thanks! I needed a good giggle. :) Nice, sharp photo, I like the dead fencing.
Tako_Yakida
At least your camera didn't freeze! :D
Chipka
Winter in Siberia...hmmm...it's the same as Winter in Chicago, only in a different language and the wind doesn't smell like Indiana. I love this shot. I like that part of the river and I don't think I'll ever get tired of photographing it. There's just something nicely incongruous about it. I think that it's the faux-solitude that close to Lawrence Avenue...they shouldn't be that close together and yet... The snow makes everything look so clean and crisp! The water looks dark and mysterious and almost drinkable! This is brilliant!
kgb224
Stunning capture my friend. God Bless.
auntietk
Oh, thank you very much for that Seagulls thing, my friend! Now I AM depressed, and just a minute ago I was fine. LOL! (I'm listening to I Ran right now. It still sounds new to me, because I stopped listening to pop radio in 1975. 30 years. Ppppffffttt! Can't be true! I suppose you're going to tell me Billy Idol ... Oh, never mind. :P Do you think they knew, when they did their hair like that and wore those clothes, how very, deeply strange they would look only 30 years later? And don't even get me started on The Who. I think they're coming up on 48 years, and they're still touring. Tomorrow's forecast for Orlando is 80F and a 20% chance of rain. I love your picture, though! It's much the same here right now. Lovely, beautiful, non-messed-up-yet, white snow. It's so clean and gorgeous even Mandy looks beige out there! Maybe I'll go take a hot bath. Can't hurt!
blinkings
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
bmac62
What's worse then wintering in Chicago [in 2012]? Wintering in Chicago in 1892...banks failing, high unemployment, 1000 trains a day in/out of the city at grade level, the Chicago River filthy, coal dust everywhere, untreated drinking water, the stench of the Union Stock Yards. Hey, 2012 ain't that bad is it? :)
fallen21
Amazing shot!
whaleman
I think the difference between wintering in Siberia or in Chicago is that everyone in Siberia would like to be in Chicago.
durleybeachbum
It looks pretty for the first few minutes..then I go looking for signs of sprouting daffodils to cheer me up. I HATE cold. I love what you write, always!
KateBlack10
Very nice shot Corey - always love your narrative - Siberia huh? I think today we might be colder than Siberia ha! - no not really :) wish it could stay as pretty as your picture but soon it will turn to yuck - stay warm :)and it gives me interesting ideas for a warm getaway huh? seems like just the right time...
thecytron
Xcellent atmosphere of Winter season!
Sea_Dog
Well done - I thought this was a B & W until I zoomed. Those little hints of color really add to this shot - It's like the winter is choking out everything bright and cheerful. Nice work.
Fidelity2
Your masterpiece of is very cool. 5+!
alanwilliams
superb, i love this frozen scene
sandra46
A FROZEN POEM
npauling
The snow does look pretty here and I am chuckling over your writing it is so like real life. A beautiful capture and great reflections.
mgtcs
Marvelous capture my friend, spectacular work again, superb textures!
nikolais
amazing! in harmony
flavia49
wonderful image
anahata.c
I know that, for one shot right now, I could choose so many I've missed, and you've done the river many times...but you do it so damned well, and you capture the mystery & poetry of the river as few have, even as it's surrounded by so much city. (Your most recent shots---as of this comment---demand a long comment too. But for right now...) The detail on this is exquisite, it looks b&w but it's not, it has wonderful lines all over the place (the scraggly lines of winter branches intersecting back into space), it has those snowflakes---I agree with all you said about them---and a wonderful background incl some lights that are all faded out by the snow & mist. And your composition turns into the background with real grandeur, and the water is just splendid. Only you get these many varieties of the northern portions of this strange river. And the small dabbles of color, as well as the flakes and the reflections, just complete this beautiful shot. As for your narrative, it's hysterical & understated as always, and a true piece of corey prose & true to the city and to urban snow in general. Yes, it's depressing how quickly the pristine-ness of these storms turns to sooty detritus. And yeah, last winter was mild mostly, but I have to tell you, I was out in this moment of it, when we had some real cold spells, and I was shooting on the lake, and I was freaking fuh-reezing. As one walks out there, the pathways disappear, the land becomes an obstacle course (of rocky iced terrain), and suddenly, after battling the ground for so long, one looks back & realizes: "How the ____ did I get this far???" I was freezing, it was blowing like all hell, no buildings to protect me, and I was looking out over sheer ice and fog. (Fog---in sub-freezing temps!) So oddly, that's what stays with me, rather than how mild it was. (I also, if you wanna know, had to take a piss the size of Ontario---the province, not the street---and realized it was a good half hour walk to get near anything resembling a 'sidewalk'.) But your descriptions got at the essence of winter in chicago. And I actually have known 2 people from Siberia, and I think we do better. Maybe not with the temps, but with the snow at least. A terrific & beautiful image, and more of your great description. Love it!