ROAD SNAPS!

I often take road excursions with my good friend Brewster and his wife Molly. We usually leave before sunrise and return to NY after sunset, driving as far as we ca in a day, fueled on Dunkin Donuts coffee and rest stop food. Most often the destination is unknown and we'll choose a direction, stopping for sights and meals. Many shots are snapped directly from my perspective from the passenger seat in the moving car. We've covered a lot of ground between Boston and Washington D.C., exploring both east and west from the main artery trajectories, documenting where we've explored on a particular day. Here's a few.

On-ramp?

Gas n Sip

Sustenance

Molly in the mirror

Forge forward

Silos ahead

Quick! Bring Money!

Overcast silos

Open road

Give him my best....maybe...

Penn. diner

Patrons

Which town?

Advert

The fork in the distance

Mechanic's nightmare Phil.

For the strong n silent type

Sly fox of Baltimore

On election eve

Roadside willow

Providence stacks

Providence Capitol/Brewster

Providence wealth

Fraidy foal

under the pier LI

Boat bouys LI

Entering Lincoln Tunnel

Traversing Lincoln Tunnel

Bridge abstraction

Crossing the Tappanzee

Beach entrance Conn.

BBQ grill Conn.

Pines house NJ.

Nature abstraction

Reed

I say that I'm an "invasive" photographer, and well...I am. I'm often on the street shooting, in different cities, both in the U.S. and overseas. I pride myself on being able to fall into the background, to become part of the landscape. It's a skill. Creating "invisibility" allows me to capture moments, un-edited by by a subject's self conscious awareness.

BUT...there are times when I am seen through my cloak. Those in "positions of authority" are looking out for just that moment to negate the shutterbug, dis-allowing permission to photograph! Security guards for corporate institutions have often reprimanded me. At demonstrations, policemen have turned their heads (if there is no law broken, they don't have legal recourse, but it is definitely unpleasant for them.), even a Trader Joe's employee warned me off because I had a camera around my neck, and I was just gettin' beer!

At The Brooklyn Museum last week, in the exhibit "Who Shot Rock and Roll," an homage to photographers who...I guess...created the cultural imagery of rock and roll, I snapped a few (sans flash): photos of the droves looking at an exhibit of photos. But...as a guard shouted across the room "NO PHOTOS", I did as I do, put my head down and slunk back into invisibility.

Never thought I'd feel like an outlaw for takin' pictures.

Here's a few where I wasn't appreciated:

-k