HDR Photography
At Connecticut’s oldest still-active polo grounds, two cozy teams of amateur polo players clashed on what was once a hay field. With the old barn in the background, the image almost feels like it could be happening at any moment in the past hundred years.
Through the warm hues of early-autumn grasses, I guess this Miata just wanted to escape the harvest.
Summer nights on Trinity College’s campus are quiet but the paths and buildings remain as effulgent as ever. There’s a luminous quality to this aerial view that really captures the sensory experience of exploring the quads by night.
MiataCon is mostly a fun day for Miatas, for but these examples, the situation was a bit less optimal.
As the NASCAR fans say, “If you ain’t rubbin’, you ain’t racing’.”
Given the ingenuity of pit crews, I expect these Miatas will be back in action before we know it.
Look at the juxtaposition of the very serious battleship-gray paint and tinted headlights with that adorable smiling happy Miata face—it gets me every time.
The monolithic shadowed face of Trinity College’s Long Walk is particularly dramatic as morning sunshine bounces from the leaves of the surrounding trees.
(And yes, I’m still six months behind processing pictures. And autumn in New England looks great.)
Emerging from the shadow of Bushnell Tower in downtown Hartford, marathon runners bunch and clump and distribute stochastically through the otherwise-empty streets.
Looking over the campus rooftops (and their cozy position in the hills around them), the difference between old and recently renovated is readily apparent in a transformation from black to white-with-solar-panels.
After the stress of final exams tapers away, seniors have a week to kill time before graduating—and where better to spend it than catching rays on the quad?
Red bricks match red leaves on every tree—except for those elms that stubbornly refuse to turn until months later.
I was searching for a cork to fit an opening in a piece of old-school chemical glassware. In the farthest-away, most-remote corner of an old chemistry lab was simply a drawer labeled “corks”; inside, I found an expansive sea of every possible cork diameter. Nothing more, nothing less than every cork—I felt like I had cast some sort of obscure seeking spell that brought me a “be careful what you wish for” volume of results.
Continuing my recent display of discoveries from my college camera rolls, this picture of a friend reading in the open window of my dorm is fairly perfect. The motion blue of passing students outside further highlights her stillness and the open quad highlights the profile.
With Hartford’s skyline looking on in the background, the brutalist facade of Trinity College’s LSC matches the carefully graded dirt of its adjacent quad before a thick layer of new sod was applied.
I decided to make my collection of photographs from my time as a student available to Trinity’s social media team, which required sorting and uploading them. Among the random motion-blurred messes of my past, I encountered the occasional serendipitous moments of actually striking photography.
Bushnell Theater and the Connecticut State Office Building across the street look warm and inviting in the dusk light—friendly in a way I wouldn’t otherwise associate with massive facades.
Decaseconds 