iron shore gallery

I took many photographs looking into this derelict building. It was

torn down recently. It's still but there is movement.

Seurat would admire this too.

A sun struck window

Afternoon light on the wall of a shop in Portland, Oregon

Posters that are weathering on a telephone poles on Alberta Street in

Portland, Oregon. The forms these paper shreds take remind me of

some cubist paintings and the collages of Kurt Schwitters.

Absolutely magical!

That's a really special photograph. Wonderful light and color.

This is a photo of posters weathering.

Like a painting... perhaps by Sisley!

I think that the photo lacks contrast. We really cant tell that that is a monument. You should have the top of the monument in your photo also. I also think you would have a better photo if the horizon was level.

This is a photo of posters that have weathered away. They are stapled

to a telephone pole in Portland, Oregon.

This is where graffiti, bad words, and gang sigs have been painted

out... again and again.

This is a place on a wall where graffiti and posters have been painted

over, and then weather has torn away at it.

I saw this while driving. It's about three feet high, and where two

buildings meet. It is down in an old warehouse district.

Thanks for your interest in my photos Markku, and your kind words.

 

When I moved up here to Portland, I was photographing into windows and reflections. But there were few that I found that really kept me coming back. I live pretty close to some neighborhoods that are run down, and there was this one building that people had been plastering posters on for years. As soon as I approached it, and saw all the the wonderful complexity, and all the letters and words, I new I'd found my new obsession. They reminded me of Kurt Schwitters, and the Abstract Expressionists.

 

To top it off, I attribute a great deal of importance to words, to language. I see languages as the Grand Meme. That is, the mother of consciousness. The sea of words keeps growing, and we each have a little part of it. When we die, the language, the meme of languages just keeps on growing. But where is it?

 

I like how these posters can have an afterlife... and aesthetic rebirth.

Posters weathering.

I like this photograph so much.

 

It looks to my eye like a painting in the Photo Realist style. It so so rich in artificial light yet, it is still light out. Great conscious use of space. There are so many directions to go in the pictorial space, and yet our eyes movement is controlled by steps and walls and fences. And how delightful, with all these directions that the horizon is level. And only Cezanne or would put that pink building in the middle ground. The light on the stairs... the yellow light, and orange, the greens, and blue! Awesome photograph!

Weathering posters soaked in the spring rains.

I love this photograph. The powerful movement, sublime colors, and perfect moment!

Weather worn posters soaked with rain.

Brilliant!

Marvelous... awesome composition with the lovely face coming out of the dark triangle.

Gorgeous light... and idyllic dream.

Jeff Long said above what I was thinking... soo painterly!

What colors... space, and composition. So thoughtful and "our times." Masterful!