La Escalinata del Carnavalet

The Phone Call, Centre Pompidou, Paris

Man Dreaming of Autumn

This image was taken at the front gate of the Centre Pompidou one morning before opening time.

Matisse and security guard

Cementerio de Montparnasse

Bulgarian musician, Paris 2007

Why Motival?

La Guitarra Destripada, Toronto 1978

Window Shop Dreaming - Toronto 1975

Dapper suits in mirror, downtown Toronto 1976

Sad Sahara after school mishap, SF 1984

Caballito Atacado por Avión

Pharos, Dungeness

Villa de Leyva, Colombia

One of the most beautiful towns in Colombia, Villa de Leyva is an orgy of light.
When I first went there in 1975 the place was unspoiled by the commercial and terrifying dictatorship of the nouveau riche, so prevalent these days, with their large automobiles and noisy stereo systems. Another visit in the year 2000 showed a terrible trend of chic boutiques and expensive posadas catering to the capitalinos. But the town still survives in its secret corners and ancient stones and fossils, which are scattered all over the surrounding hills.

Potatus Hellenicus

Esta patata dejó de ser patata y pasó a convertirse en un cuasi-mármol griego en la imaginación del fotógrafo, bajo el influjo de la luz y un paño negro, una ya muy distante noche en las laderas de Potrero Hill, San Francisco.

Lisbon walker

Esta mujer camina apresurada quién sabe hacia dónde, una tarde fría en la navidad del 2002 en Lisboa.
El fotógrafo esperaba paciente bajo las sombras. Los cafés estaban repletos de gentes que regresaban de hacer compras y una densa niebla se apoderaba del puerto.

Park on a hill, Lisbon

Once you conquer the top of the hill, the city looks sleepy in the distance. The streets are curvy and the walls high. There is some politically oriented graffiti painted on corners. The sight of sheets dangling in the wind, to dry from wire spread from every angle and every balcony vanishes. It is then that you find this island of a park, overlooking the subtle hum of traffic down there in the big avenue.

Villa Betania, San Sebastian

Villa Betania, in San Sebastian, had a wonderful, lusty, semi-abandoned garden with tall trees. 

There was a long hill and the morning walk, in search of El País, was a trip in itself. The best memories to recollect were the many afternoons spent by a tiny window, which overlooked a heavily pregnant pear tree, whilst sitting in front of an old Olivetti typewriter, which stubbornly kept many of my thoughts locked within its keys.

Sicilian Portrait - Laura Shanahan

Laura Shanahan's real lineage came through one day when her blue eyes were angry. Her expression is a study in self-contained rage. The painterly angle of the crossed leg give this portrait a definite air of art school live-drawing session.
The title of the portrait is a reflection, and homage, to her Sicilian grandparents who came to Boston in the early 20th Century.
This was taken in San Francisco in 1992

The Fallen Angel

One up, one down - San Francisco CA, 1988