Train Station

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Gare St. Roch in the center of Montpellier, France. This is a waiting area in the station, but also where people come and go via escalator to get to upstairs to buy tickets and find their way. Descends to street level too. And there are shops on both levels. A busy area where the scene changes quickly. A favorite place of mine to shoot.

Reflection

170217_station.sp.bw_11693 Looking inward. Questions. There’s a mountain of them. Work. Love. Where are we headed?

161126_mannight.blur_0209 It’s all darkness now. The united states aren’t united anymore. A form of madness is spreading. Up is down, black is white. Europe seems to be spinning. People looking for answers in the sewers of racism, protectionism, nationalism, almost any ‘ism’ will do. Seems people just want to be brutalised, treated like trash. Forecast. Looks like rain.

Waiting

170203_gare.kids_021562 Glass tables. Stools. All fixed with screws into the cement at the Gare St. Roch in Montpellier, France. This ‘stage’ has become a favorite of mine as I pass through the train station often.

People wait here for trains, friends, and to just plain rest. You can eat here to recharge yourself, recharge your phones, computers, tablets. It’s a scene that changes moment to moment. The cast is always new. Light is often brightly back lit as I shoot from within the station outward. The silhouettes that are often created are a fitting symbol for the shadow like human presence, the coming and going, that seems to never stop revolving.

Miami Beach Pool Story

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One of the last photos I took of the pool behind the building my parents used to live in. Since the summer of 2014 I’ve taken photos of the pool every time I was there. Mostly night shots. Some daytime. But I liked the way it was lit and the reflections and the feel of the night photos.

It was good to sit on the lounge chairs around the pool at night. Some much needed rest from days at the hospital. Watching the palm trees, the clouds. Listening to the waves on the beach. Memories washing over me from the ‘good’ days.