Last weekend was the Brooklyn Invitational. Lots of folks wrapped in leather and bikes covered in chrome. 

The folks that gather are equally as interesting as the bikes they ride in on, sometimes more so. For me the scene is what gets me out to an event like this. 

All types and styles were represented. I saw a great XS650 bobber and a nice classic Indian in my favorite color, turquoise.

It’s always inspiring to see what other people are putting together. Motivates me to get out there and wrench on my old scoot.  

seasons

The seeds of new panoramic essays…

NYPD. Union Square. Manhattan. NY. Winter 2011.

burned out

Governor’s Island, New York. August 2012. 

Uncle Frank hunting for water weeds in the water outside of his cottage in upstate New York. 

Look Who Rolled Into Facebook! →

My close friend David Hoskins and I have spent the last four years collaborating on a whole new medium of art. Today we launched it out into the world for the first time. It would mean a lot if you could check out our work and like it if you do and share it if you love it. Thanks!

Grrr!

Here’s the latest piece from the Look Who Rolled Into Town project.

David Hoskins is the master behind the illustration. I’m the one who points the camera at stuff. 

Big Storm. Greenpoint, Brooklyn 2012 

“My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. If only I had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It’s not that I am curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it’s my duty to be attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the earth. And lately, so great has their anxiety become, I can spare myself little sleep.”

From Meditations in an Emergency by Frank O'Hara

This does it for me.

Panty Raider. Atco New Jersey, 2012.

A couple weeks a go I ran a warrior dash in upstate New York with a couple close friends. In case you’re unfamiliar a Warrior Dash is a 5k footrace scattered with obstacles. 

The races happen all over the country, ours was in Wyndham New York on the side of ski hill. We climbed more than a thousand feet up Wyndham Mountain all the while scrambling over barricades and sloshing through mud and crawling under barbed wire. 

We got dirty, we got cut and scrapped, we drank bad beer at the end and had a ton of fun. The race ate my camera, but I managed to get a few shots anyway. 

My 82 year old uncle Frank up at around 7 a.m. outside of his house in Dewitt New York. He’s dragging his lawn mower across a creek so he can take care of the grass on the other side. His discipline, energy and work ethic have always inspired me. 

I have no words…

So joyous. 

Fishing boats heading in for the night. Quepos, Costa Rica 2012.

This is both heartwarming and well executed.