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 (6)
Chipka
In the first Star Trek movie featuring the cast of the Next Generation, the Elurian scientist Soren (Malcolm MacDowell--just pretend I spelled his name right) declared to Capt'n Piccard: "Time is the fire in which we all burn." Just before launching an improbably small rocket at the sun of a remote planet so that it would essentially go boom and provide an excuse to use ILM special effects that lead--inevitably--to the destruction of the Enterprise. (And no court martial for Piccard afterward? If a captain loses a ship, court-martial proceedings take place even if the said captain isn't thrown into the clinker or demoted. A formality, you know.) Anyway...I thought of that as I saw this and read the title. Time is a strange thing and I doubt that it's any of what we think it is. And having said that, I'll say that I like this photo a lot. It captures that late-day mood perfectly and though I've seen way too much of the Eisenhower expressway (on the way to and from a certain dental supply house in Elmhurst!) it's good to see a glimpse of it here. I really like the shadows, and the angle of this shot. I really like this.
auntietk
When I was still working, that time of day always sent me looking for a cup of decent coffee. I invariably had to make a fresh pot, but it was worth the trouble. Just now, although it's nearly 8:00 at night and it's already dark, I had that need-a-cup-of-coffee feeling just looking at your picture. I mentioned it to the World's Best Husband, and now coffee is brewing even as I type. It smells heavenlly. Thanks for this, my friend! You're welcome to a cup ... it's decaf, but they're good Seattle beans. Come on over! :)
kgb224
Stunning capture my friend. God Bless.
durleybeachbum
This time of day usually makes me melancholy. Love the shot, and it's most intersting to see those houses which could be in my town. So unlike the tall ones we often see of Chicago.
flavia49
excellent capture
sandra46
wonderful image!