We rode the elevator together up from the train — she with her wheels, and me with mine. Then she went her way. And I went mine. Advertisements
Tag: street photography
Popsicle lady
King of Pops seems closed (maybe they moved elsewhere), but this passing lady seemed so popsicle-y. These are things you notice while Traveling at the Speed of Bike.
Who stays? Who goes? Who tells the story?
There is a line in the musical Hamilton that says, “Who lives? Who dies? Who tells the story?” In the past five weeks or so, I’ve been Traveling at the Speed of Bike in the cities of Atlanta, Los Angeles, Boston, and New York (where I even visited Alexander and Eliza Hamilton’s graves), and the…
Street photography pick-of-the-week
I asked if these two people were there together at the Georgia State Capitol, and it was a definite no. See more street photography here.
The children’s march
As children are increasingly marching in protests all over the world, I decided that my next found-space guerrilla art exhibit will feature street photography I’ve taken while Traveling at the Speed of Bike (of course) that shows children at numerous protests right here in the USA over the past few years, I am currently selecting the…
Mercedes Benz Stadium
I’m planning on taking a tour of Mercedes Benz Stadium* soon. I am wondering specifically about its achievement as the greenest sports stadium in the world, and its impact on surrounding communities since I took this street photography photo a few years ago while Traveling at the Speed of Bike. * soon to be prominently…
I bear witness
I bear witness. Here are street photography highlights from the past year, taken in a world at a crossroads mostly while Traveling at the Speed of Bike. (If interested, see my street photography album here.)
Windows
I installed my latest exhibit at Gallery 26 this week. It’s called Windows. I have much to say about it, and why I chose the photos I did. But I won’t. I’d rather you interpret it however you want. There’s one photo I wanted to include but didn’t, because it’s vulgar. But I may show…
