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This image was taken in 2017, during ArtPrize 9. I like how the people were evenly spaced. The guy on the left photographing the dirt rug, is my son. As you can see, two security guards were present. The attached link is from the artist website.
"Red Dirt Rug Monument"
Artist: Rena Ditrixhe
www.renadetrixhe.com/red-dirt-rug-monument
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National Gallery of Victoria - Triennial. Artist: Maurizio Cattelan.
'Comedian' consists of a banana that has been taped to the gallery wall. The instructions accompanying the artwork suggest that the banana should be replaced every seven to ten days. In December 2019, Perrotin Gallery premiered Comedian at Art Basel Miami. Around the world, the work has inspired conversations and debate about the nature and value of art. Artist Maurizio Cattelan suggests that, ‘Comedian is exactly like an apple for Cézanne: the minimum common denominator that everybody recognises. But you need to alter its condition. Cézanne does it with brushstrokes, I do it with gaffer tape’.
I have wanted this shot, or perspective for a long time, but Mother Nature has always had a different plan. I always check the TPE a few days prior to the full moon, and when I saw the potential lineup in conjunction with crystal clear skies, I got really excited!
The only thing holding me back from getting the shot was because Mid Harbor Shoreline Park is closed to the public from sunset to 8 a.m. I had been there before during park hours on scouting missions, but never at 5 a.m. I figured I would just park outside the gate on the street, and walk in.
Upon arriving I soon realized that there was nowhere to park with every square inch of 7th St. and Middle Harbor rd being filled by semi trucks with cargo containers waiting to unload their freight at the Oakland Port.
I stressfully drove around in circles desperate for a place to park my car. I finally found a small space, and parked, but within a minute another sem-trucki without a trailer pulled up and said, "You can't park here! This is for cargo trucks." The clock was ticking, and the moon was descending faster than I wanted. Eventually I said, "Screw it!" and parked illegally in a gutter drain cut-out. I had waited too long for this shot, and decided a parking ticket was worth it.
I grabbed my gear, began walking towards the park, and noticed a security patrol car cruising around with headlights, and a searchlight. "You have got to be kidding me!" I thought. Another quick decision had to be made, and as the security car drove down the road towards the location I wanted to shoot, I walked through the side of the gate, and hid in the bushes. Yep, I hid in the bushes.
The security car just sat exactly where I needed to be as I watched the full moon get lower and lower. Sitting in the bushes, I thought about what I was doing to get this shot, and I wasn't feeling very good about myself. This was something I would have done in high school, but not today as a husband, and father to 3 boys.
By now it was blue hour, and 20 minutes to show time; I told myself, "It's either meant to be, or not", so I stood up from out of the bushes, and walked down the long road straight towards the security car. I heard the car start up, and watched it speed towards me with flashing lights. I stopped walking, and waited for him as his approaching headlights blinded me. He stopped, rolled down his window, and asked, "This park is closed, what are you doing here?" I stood there with all my gear, and said, "I have been waiting many years to shoot the full moon setting over the Transamerica building, and I was wondering if you had it in your heart to let me photograph this rare event during these perfect weather conditions?"
He looked me in the eyes, and then at his watch, and said, "Well it's almost dawn, so just this one time." I almost started crying with joy. After thanking him 15 times, I ran as fast I could to the location. My heart was pounding while trying to get my gear together, and eventually everything fell into place. I took a few deep breaths, and began shooting.
This was by far the most spectacular moon shoot I have ever done. The crystal clear sky with the moon setting over the city was beyond surreal. I was truly grateful for everything coming together like it did considering all the uncertainty that preceded it, and knowing I will probably never have this opportunity again. I did capture the full moon perfectly aligned with the Transamerica building, but preferred showing the moon offset a bit.
This was Friday morning, and not the Blood Moon.
This is a 3 shot panorama at 600mm in the portrait position, then cropped at 8x11.5 trimming off some sky and water.
Thanks for looking!
This was the security guard for the Abercrombie and Fitch store in the San Francisco Centre. I saw this guy as I walked in from the Market Street entrance. The image/advertisement behind him was on the store wall when I walked in and for the most part he was standing in front of it. After talking with him for a few minutes I asked him to reposition himself a little so that he was a little more centered between the two people in the image.
there was a phase in my life when i wanted to be either a chauffeur or a museum security guard. the former so that with all that idle time i can read all the books i've been wanting to read, and the latter so that i can stare into amazing works of art everyday.
hurray for lofty ambitions :p
Shielding himself from the sun with an umbrella, a security guard stands watch at the iconic Sydney Opera House in Sydney, Australia
Taking one last photo of Lee Tung Street.
The entire street was demolished in 2007 as part of an Urban Renewal Authority (URA) project.
A security guard ponders one of the exhibits at the National Gallery of Art - East Building in Washington DC
he sits steady, grounded in posture and presence. there’s no pretense, no performance — only the soft gravity of a man who watches, waits, and holds a space. his uniform says “security,” but the gaze, the gesture, the stillness — they speak of something deeper: responsibility worn without noise.
A Filipino boy carrying a sidearm in Baclaran, Manila, Philippines. His father drives the family jeepney and he provides the visual security sporting a security uniform with a side arm pellet pistol.
The establishment on the right is one of a chain of restaurant/deli's in New York called "Cosi." I guess they must serve coffee and croissants, etc -- because this photo was taken at 8:35 AM, which means it was far to early for them to be serving lunch.
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I spent the first two weeks of September 2015 on a river cruise down the Rhine River, with daily visits to ancient (German) castles and small (German) villages along the way. Our trip culminated in Berlin (pictures forthcoming over the next week or so), where we stayed in a terrific hotel in what was once East Berlin … but was no longer distinguishable from any other part of Berlin …
Anyway, I thought it might be helpful to know a few German words and phrases besides what little I remembered from four years of high-school German, taken a lifetime ago… so I signed up for a one-week intensive one-on-one German class at the Berlitz school in mid-town Manhattan. I’m not sure how much I really learned, and I doubt that I’ll remember very much at all in a month or two … but I do think it was a worthwhile exercise.
The “exercise” involved daily trips, via subway, from Manhattan's Upper West Side to the IRT station at 50th Street and Seventh Avenue — from which I walked a couple blocks east to the Berlitz location near Rockefeller Center. When the class was over each day, I retraced my steps to get back home.
Naturally, I had my camera with me while I made this daily journey; and I couldn’t help snapping a few photos along the way. Most of the people that I saw were tourists … but there were a few “native” New Yorkers, and a few others of dubious origin.
Not the greatest photos in the world, I’m sure … but it shows you another “slice of life” in the Big Apple.