I was semi-impressed to see the pigeons waiting patiently far away from this lunch-enjoyer in Amsterdam, but then I saw the green writing as his feet. While I’m sure that simple graffiti or utility markings are the true meaning of the lines, I like to imagine instead that they represent some kind of arcane invocation that protects his sandwich from avian interference.
Tag: City
Northam and the Chapel in Summer
Between the City and the City I
Blue Hour at The Bushnell
A Year in Hartford
Capitol on the Hill
Tornado Warning Sunset
Bushnell Park Stack
The Southern End of Downtown Hartford
I’ve long been interested in visualizing gradients between different levels of density in housing and construction; here in Hartford, Bushnell Tower is the sort of final edge point between the tall structures of downtown and the medium-rise buildings in the rest of the city. Bushnell Park in the foreground acts as a counterpoint to both.

















