One day this Winter, after getting out of the shower, I happened to glance up at the skylight in the bathroom, and noticed the condensation streaking down it. The origins of the circular mark evade me (most likely a bucket set down on the skylight while putting on a new roof), but it provides an object upon which the eye may focus.
During a photo shoot one morning in downtown Cincinnati, I looked over the edge of the ten story parking garage where I had parked, and this point of view struck me as particular.
Newspaper stands, which we encounter daily as just another pile of visual rubble on city streets, takes on a much different character when seen from above.
This image makes for a terrific computer desktop. Taken at a dumpster on campus, the textures leap out at the viewer as an emphasis to proceed with caution.
The gouges remind me almost of Van Gogh’s heavily textured brush strokes. Who knew that City Garbage trucks had such an artistic background?
This is one of my favorite images. It offers just enough context to identify the location – a city bus – but not enough to firmly grasp the time period. I like to think the image was taken in 1960′s Alabama; it lends a certain power and impact to the shot.
I have always been fascinated by the concept of photojournalism, and have admired the skills of the photographers who appear in Time, The Plain Dealer, and on CNN.
This was part of my attempt to venture into that world; I attended a peace rally in the months before the Iraq war.
A slow shutter speed allowed just the right amount of blur to emphasize the action that was occurring.
I had originally ventured to downtown Cleveland to shoot the architecture, but a number of skaters on Public Square unknowingly provided subjects for a few action shots.
Unfortunately, in order to get an appropriate angle (and also not to attract the attention of my subjects), I had to position myself across the street. This provided me with a very limited window of opportunity – a three foot gap between two parked city buses. Action shots as unpredictable as these are difficult to begin with, but having only a split second to anticipate a skater’s arrival and action, to focus, and to take the shot at the right time made this an especially difficult task.
A malfunctioning signal in Washington, DC. I like to call it “Man on Fire Tries to Cross Street” or “The Perils of Jaywalking.”
Mr. Field looks across the water at Manhattan from DUMBO (Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass) in Brooklyn.
