I'm really proud and excited to be featured in the current issue of Radius Magazine, though I must say, it's also a wee bit scary to be out there in print.
"Liquid architecture. It's like jazz - you improvise, you work together off each other, you make something, they make something. And I think it's a way of - for me, it's a way of trying to understand the city, and what might happen in the city." Frank Gehry, American Architect
Just stay at the center of the circle and let all things take their course. ~ Tao Te Ching
Photographers, including myself, spend a great deal of time and money trying keep our cameras as still as possible to capture a sharp image. That is why I find it so liberating when I choose to move my camera like a brush, painting the light and colors of the world's canvas. My lens singing with the motion of the scene and essence that drew me in.
Excited to be part of the Juried Down to Earth Exhibition at the Plays and Players Gallery, 1714 Delancey Street, Philadelphia. Show runs through June 16th.
Truly excited to be part of the New Hope Art League Juried Art Show. Show runs from April 6th-20th. Opening reception is Friday, April 6th, 6-8pm at The Conservatory, 4059 Skyron Drive, Doylestown, 18902.
So excited to be part of two exhibitions opening tomorrow.
There's just something about buildings designed by architect Frank Gehry. Their flow, texture, changing light and shadows makes my heart sing. This image was captured at the Ohr-O'Keefe Museum in Biloxi, Mississippi.
Rivulets of silver rain reflect along the wall of glass
Hopeful and blue
Individual drops of life-igniting pearls
One, then two and soon a thousand heart beats pound against the roof in a confluence of water force
They pour together into pools and puddles and overflowing banks
Becoming streams and rivers flowing deep into the roots of a waking thirsty world
Serendipity? A master plan?
I dwell on this for a second or two
At least until the sun bursts through and brings the change
A new light bends in disconcerting shapes like a kaleidoscope of pent up winter energy
Reflecting greens and pinks and buds exploding out beyond my window pane
Drinking it all in and opening
Trunks and branches, stems and petals, reaching up in gasps and swirls
As spring unfurls
PhotoLyrics - Poetry by Mark Safran - Photograph by Doré Vorum
While wandering the streets of New Orleans I came upon a busy intersection. Before crossing I looked left, then right and when I saw this mural I stopped. It was while viewing the past with a shadow of the present, I remembered Chief Seattle's quote.
"Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. "
Mud caked wings and tearless eyes
the disillusioned angel flies.
She carries a weight unfathomable that even she can't overcome
Too many children born into chains or drained of their light at an early age.
Lifting soul after soul, till she's broken and numb.
Yet relentlessly, she forges on.
Beleaguered wings beat slower now
once fueled by hope against these clouds.
She carried each child immeasurable with nursing caresses to soften the scars
But too many are found among plantation graves or in Birkenau or the Unity State
A Connecticut school and in west Peshawa
Yet relentlessly, she forges on.
Through centuries of hate and lies
the disillusioned angel flies.
She carries her disappointment hard, igniting our guilt with a grief stricken heart
Too much to bear in Srebrenica fields or in Mumbai brothels or among human shields
A stilled child eased from a mother’s grieved arms
Yet somehow she forges on.
PhotoLyrics - Poetry by Mark Safran - Photography by Dore' Vorum
Look up, look down, look all around
Up in the air or on the ground
Come for a walk, come for a ride
There's so much to see so come outside
Often when I wander with my camera this children’s poem plays in my head. I come home with pictures when shooting at eye level, but when I look up, look down, look all around, magic happens.
Oh the photographs I would capture on a recent trip to Brooklyn: the river, bridges, and architecture, danced in my head. Alas, my hopes dropped as quickly as the temperature the day I visited. I knew it was time to head inside when my finger could no longer press the shutter, frost nipped. What to do? I went to the Brooklyn Museum which offered warmth, incredible art and an amazing glass ceiling. Lying in the middle of the atrium floor, I took countless photographs of the ceiling including the image above.
Not what I expected or hoped for, but by allowing myself to see new possibilities, something different.
Many years ago an amazing photographer shared these words of wisdom "If you see red, shoot it". It is a mantra I have followed to this day. Though over time I've modified it a bit to include black and white. Seeing the three colors together, like this image in Tampa, makes my heart sing.
re·flec·tion, noun. The throwing back by a body or surface of light, heat, or sound without absorbing it. "the reflection of light"
When I share my reflection photographs, folks are curious about how I saw the scene. It is something I find difficult to explain because it is not what I saw, but a feeling that drew me in. It is the feelings of wonderment, lightness, happiness, curiosity and serendipity that I try to capture with my camera.
Reflections: San Antonio Riverwalk 5. Minor adjustments to exposure, but pretty much what came out of my camera.
Shortening days and falling temperatures are heralding the arrival of winter which occurs at one instant on the shortest day of the year, today at 11:28 am ET. It is when the sun is at its lowest, or most southern position in the sky. The transition happens at the same moment around the world, though its local time depends on which of the 24 times zones you call home. Starting tomorrow the days will grow longer, though only a few minutes a day, until we celebrate the longest day of the year, the summer solstice. And so it goes, one season at a time.
On a recent trip to NYC I had preconceived ideas of what I wanted to photograph. All went out the window when the weather turned cold and rainy. Instead I visited museums and when there was a break in the weather, would wander the streets.
The image above was captured as I was walking near the High Line where a lot of construction was underway and it was all being reflected in an existing building. Minor adjustments in Lightroom, but pretty much what came out of my camera.
Lessons learned ... again. Make lemonade out of lemons. Look up, down and all around, the images surround you.
Like a fine wine sometimes an image or the photographer, that would be me, needs to wait before it can be processed. As an example, recently I made the photograph above yet it was captured in 2011. Did I not take the time to really look at each thumbnail and see the potential? Have the toolbox or skills to make the image in my minds eye? I don't know the answer, but what I do know is, going forward I'm going to slow down and look, really look at my images one at a time.