BLIND 1985

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Some dog photos become iconic because thery are published over and over again. Look at Daido’s stray dog. That dog has gotten almost as much ink as Madonna…Then there’s Frank’s blind Pomeranian which was seen on the Rolling Stone’s “Exile on Main Street” and that was enough to make the sad little creature a tiny part of modern culture. As far as which dog is king of the hill…No one can touch Koudelka’s Great Dane whirling in the snow…Totally in a class by its self…

“Across 110th Street” 1972

In 1972 I was a fourteen year old kid studying art (oil painting) with an old Russian couple who lived in a tenement on 110th St. Nicolai Abracheff was a contemporary of Picasso and also an early cubist. I was still dabbling with photography. This was one of the last rolls of film I would shoot, with one exception for the next 12 years…

1972 was also the year that the film “Across 110th Street” was produced.

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Central Park Zoo 1967

This might be the first photograph I ever took. There were none taken in ’66…I like that this image has a dark foreboding vibe to it. I also like that this was Winogrand’s world that I may have taken my first picture in! I came here often with my grandma, and I’m sure that on one of those sunny days, Garry was clicking away while I shoved peanuts down this poor guy’s trunk…

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“The Feral Foursome” 1991

At one point I had at least fifteen feral alley cats in my backyard. They were mostly interested in my ability to provide food. Momma Cat (on the left) and Uncle (second from the right) were bold enough to set up shop in my apartment. I could never touch them, and they weaved through my pad at high speed late at night. Every time I came home, they would disband immediately and usually flee through the porthole I had cut into my back door. I was only able to domesticate one of them, and he died suddenly one morning. The rest never let me touch them, except when they were asleep. Then they would slowly open their eyes and when they realized, much to their horror, that “The Feeder” was petting them, they would make horrible sounds and acrobatic moves to escape my wanton hands. Their whole world revolved around survival and I guess they figured that the food I put out for them everyday was actually, bait…

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“Belle” 2005

Belle never cared for me much. She loved my mom. She was the one family cat that just didn’t want anything to do with me. This bothered me to no end. Even when I was the designated feeder, she would let her brother eat her food, rather than come into the kitchen and give me a sign of appreciation. Oh well, you can’t win them all…

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Central Park 1996

I like shooting infrared film, but it’s tricky and expensive stuff to work with. I only tried it a few times, but maybe down the road I’ll shoot some more…Having this Egret appear and do that thing it does with its leg, made this picture much better I think. There are actually more than Goldfish in the lake. Someone told me there are Carp as well, which is probably what this regal bird was waiting for…

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