This was in a candy store in Maine. I shot it in the style of National Geographic, in which I once saw a lovely, understated photo story about Maine. I used that as a bit of inspiration for this one and the others from Maine.

By the way, this is a Maine candy store that has been around over a hundred years. The woman who owned the store told me that her father really liked Lincoln, hence all the photos.

Somehow, Maine turned out to be a land full of clouds:

I never knew that was a verb, but after my sojourn in Maine, I found out it apparently is:

And this last one that should go into the photo humor category just based on the look on the dog’s face:

Once they fight it out with the Chrysler Building for my heart. For now, all I can do is photograph:

If I take one more photo of this building, it will get named after me. Oh well. A chance I am willing to take.

I guess there are two explanations for this photo, a long and a short one. The long one is about how I felt when I was taking it, which I admit wasn’t terribly good, but wait a second. I do not reveal things up in here about me, so that is all you are getting.

Film-o-rifically speaking, I shot this with the trusty old Canon AE-1, best friend and constant companion on some 400 speed Kodak film. I absolutely believe photography requires no skill, but there are moments when I decidedly think that might not be true, and I begrudgingly admit this was one of those moments. The camera was set to a one thousand of a second and probably an aperture in the 4-5.6 range. Strange how I remember this stuff and not for example what I wore yesterday.

Anyway, enjoy the cloth hall and ever present pigeons.

More people-city images. You are welcome.

Picture taking idiot…