I don’t know if Mike was just waking up or if he wasn’t looking forward to the day.
This must be an instrument played by aboriginal Brooklynites. I don’t remember the name.
My photographic wanderings have been informed by my interest in classic photography. I’ve always been on the lookout for a cityscape composition that included clothes on a line. It would have been a bonus to fine a person at the window pulling them in, or setting them out.
When we were young, one of Mike‘s distinguishing visual features was his diverging eyes. I often wondered through which he saw me. Today’s sketch shows that his left eye was looking in my direction. Yesterday’s sketch (made from a photograph taken moments later than today’s reference photo) shows Mike’s right eye looking at me. I […]
When I was working on my long term project to document my visits with my brother Mike, I took my cameras and sometimes, a tripod. The photo on which this sketch is based, shows me (my hand) helping Mike to click the shutter with the cable release. I think Mike liked doing this.