More on my obsession with formerly glamorous dolls and mannequins. This little lady was hanging outside of an art studio in the south end.
This leaf fascinated me. It had fallen onto a radiator that was in a sea of radiators that was outside of an architectural salvage in Portland, Maine. The sun made the leaf appear as if it were made of copper - the warmth was exactly like metal - Nature's Tromp L'Oleil.
This is the natural lighting in the garden of the Smithsonian Castle at night. No flash, pink sky, no tripod - just exquisite mood and color.
"[My] sculptures are records of my movements, thoughts, and feelings. None of this is repeatable. I waited about 30 years for Puellae to ripen in my mind and intuition and to become a reality."
Magdalena Abakanowicz’s - Puellae (Girls)
An ethereal view of the Smithsonian at Night
Another charming detail in the Smithsonian Castle's Garden
From one of the last melancholic days of the gardens down in the Intervale.
This boy was posing for his friend, but I caught him before he could wander out of the scene.
Just a random view of a collage of street detrius. The blue bit in the top center is a rubber glove filled with what appears to be a bottle of tempra paint.
I've been twice to this place (far off the beaten path) to get this shot in better light. The dog was a bonus.