A streetlight casts a shadow on bricks and a bank depository in Bath, Maine. Sarah Beth Glicksteen/The Christian Science Monitor
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Light on the Money
The center two pages of the CSM weekly magazine is always a photo spread. This week's was called "Panoply of Patterns". This was my contribution. I shot it on Front Street in the lovely little town of Bath, Maine, where I stopped on my way up to some assignments last month. The small title that ran with the photo read "Light On Cash". I'm not sure who wrote it, or why they avoided the obvious, terrible pun: "Light on the Money."
A streetlight casts a shadow on bricks and a bank depository in Bath, Maine. Sarah Beth Glicksteen/The Christian Science Monitor
A streetlight casts a shadow on bricks and a bank depository in Bath, Maine. Sarah Beth Glicksteen/The Christian Science Monitor
Thursday, November 12, 2009
My second CSM weekly cover
Well, ¼ cover this time, but still. I shot the Boston skyline at the lower left.
Commuters
In the spirit of working through a nasty cough today, here's an article about people doing the same. I shot this a couple of weeks ago.
Of the several hundred people I photographed, perhaps 2 made eye contact with me. Even Boston can't possibly be full of this many unfriendly people; I maintain that the morning commute constitutes an altered state of mind.
Packed: Commuters crowd downtown Boston. Nearly half of US workers don't have paid sick leave, and some may ignore exhortations to stay home if feeling unwell.
Sarah Beth Glicksteen/The Christian Science Monitor
Of the several hundred people I photographed, perhaps 2 made eye contact with me. Even Boston can't possibly be full of this many unfriendly people; I maintain that the morning commute constitutes an altered state of mind.
Packed: Commuters crowd downtown Boston. Nearly half of US workers don't have paid sick leave, and some may ignore exhortations to stay home if feeling unwell.
Sarah Beth Glicksteen/The Christian Science Monitor
Friday, November 6, 2009
Such a beautiful country.
I kept my camera pointed out the window when I flew from San Francisco to Boston a couple of weeks ago after a weekend in Vegas celebrating my grandma's 80th birthday (who takes direct flights anymore, really?).
I spoke with an older woman who was so excited to have a window seat a couple of rows up from me. "I always feel like a child when I fly," she said, "We live in such a beautiful country."
I've been feeling the weight of a couple of national tragedies today, so it seems like a nice time to remember that.
San Francisco
Sierra-Nevada mountains.
(It doesn't hurt to note that this post is taking a page from shooting from the hip. Scott Strazzante, one of my favorite photographers-- and also one of the nicest people you'll ever meet-- posts photos from his flights on his blog when he travels on assignment. I enjoy them.)
I spoke with an older woman who was so excited to have a window seat a couple of rows up from me. "I always feel like a child when I fly," she said, "We live in such a beautiful country."
I've been feeling the weight of a couple of national tragedies today, so it seems like a nice time to remember that.
San Francisco
Sierra-Nevada mountains.
(It doesn't hurt to note that this post is taking a page from shooting from the hip. Scott Strazzante, one of my favorite photographers-- and also one of the nicest people you'll ever meet-- posts photos from his flights on his blog when he travels on assignment. I enjoy them.)
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