Strewing of the Leaves

 This is not a portfolio. This is a shambolic presentation of abstract work, a ‘gallery” five to a page. Good, bad, or indifferent, what something ‘is not’ is as important as ‘what it is.’ These are the artifacts of experience shaped by the accidents of time and place. They reflect the spontaneity and plasticity of the image, in the initial stretched shot and stretched in all subsequent work. These include long-exposure, in-camera movement photos as well as straight-ahead shots and photo-composites. Whether quarter-second sweeps or properly metered snaps, there’s a similar, fundamental grounding and rhythm to it all—interest, stillness and movement. Blur or no blur, there is beauty in the randomness of the dance.

Perhaps this is no more than a collection of near-random photos from the ‘Raw’—Susan Sontag’s “garbage-strewn plenitude—the willful travesty of Whitman’s magnanimous dream.” If so, then consider these the random strewing of ‘leaves’ before the coming of winter.