dnc and the innocent shuffle

of the one thousand three hundred and ninety five photos i shot today at the dnc protests this is my favorite. a little girl playing in fdr park in south philly directly across from where the convention was about to kick off. detached from the anger, violent rhetoric and divisiveness she found joy. we as humans experience this type of blissful innocence for such a short time. it’s a time of peace, love and happiness. i want to help create a world where my nine month old daughter can revel in this for as long as possible. i didn’t feel that love and happiness today. from the moment i arrived i felt anger, hate and rivalry. obama says we can do better. i agree. we say black lives matter and want food not bombs, a higher living wage, equality between the sexes and last but never least LGBTQ rights. but we can’t unite behind a candidate that can bring us closer those goals. i fear this lack of unity will lead to the election of a president that will make my daughters life more difficult. yours too. please think hard on this.

2016 DNC little girl
2016 DNC little girl

Christmas Sunset in Truro

Christmas out in Truro on Cape Cod is always unpredictable when it comes to weather. We’ve seen flurries, blizzards, squalls, drizzles and this year summer. Temperatures peaked close to 70 and by 4pm I was able to lure everyone down to Corn Hill Beach to witness this extraordinary sunset.

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

Christmas Day Sunset

The Geator with the Leader

What do you do if you’re the newly sworn in mayor of Philadelphia? Well if your South Philly born and bred mayor Jim Kenney you throw a rager at the Pennsylvania Convention Center featuring Philly mascots, legendary DJ Jerry “Geator with the Heater” Blavat, food trucks serving up everything from fried chicken to korean tacos and of course free booze. You’re off to a good start Mr. Kenney now get to work.

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry "Geator with the Heater" Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry "Geator with the Heater" Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry "Geator with the Heater" Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry "Geator with the Heater" Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry "Geator with the Heater" Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry "Geator with the Heater" Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Philadelphia’s new Mayor Jim Kenney opted to host an Inaugural Block Party at the Pennsylvania Convention Center instead of an inaugural ball on Jan. 4, 2016. Mascots from area teams join legendary DJ Jerry Blavat on stage while images of the Mayor are

Pope

As you may have heard the Pope came to Philly this weekend.

Pope Francis drives around Independence Mall in his Popemobile greeting visitors before delivering a speech focusing on immigration.

Derek and the Puppets

Meet Derek (Bagel) Bakal and his puppets. They’re an odd yet wildly entertaining and very photogenic bunch. If you’d like to learn to make puppets you should reach out to Derek.  He’s a brilliantly creative teacher/ mad man.

Pupper Master Derek (Bagel) Bakal

Pupper Master Derek (Bagel) Bakal

Pupper Master Derek (Bagel) Bakal

Xavier’s 7th Birthday Bash

If there’s one thing I love about summer in the city, it’s the unbearable heat paired with the oppressive humidity. I find it both cleanses the body and the mind. Another thing I love, is bearing witness to how others cope. Most adults shy away from the heat and duck indoors to bathe in reconditioned air. But not kids. Kids love the summer sun. It represents a freedom from homework, a freedom from boredom and a freedom from bedtimes. Living in North Philadelphia, I revel in the creative ways kids find to keep cool during these sweltering summer days. From splashing around in the mist of a corner hydrant to lounging in the back of a plastic lined water filled pickup truck, they always find a way. I was sitting around my apartment last Sunday and decided to head out in search of something photogenic. I didn’t have any set plan on where to go but if you want to find kids playing in water all you have to do is follow the blocks long stream that ultimately leads to a hydrant. After only riding for a few minutes I hit the jackpot. There was a gushing hydrant, a grill smoldering, music blaring, a jumpy house and kids swimming in not one but TWO gigantic inflatable pools. It was the quintessential summer in the city scene. I hopped off my bike and walked on over to the adults to ask if it would be ok to get some shots. This usually goes one of two ways. Either I’m met with side eye and apprehension or open arms. This group was very welcoming. I didn’t even have to dive too far deep into my usual pitch. They saw the camera and welcomed me in to document their celebration which I found out was in honor of Xavier’s 7th birthday.  The highlight for me was an impromptu yet clearly choreographed performance of the Electric Slide. I was beyond blown away by this. I’m so sick of the Cupid Shuffle. It was refreshing to partake in a throwback from my teenage bar mitzvah circuit years. As the jumpy house started to deflate and the shade covered the once glistening pool water I took my last shots packed up and hopped on my bike. As I waved goodbye one of the kids ran over and asked me to come back next week but this time with my bathing suit.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

Family and friends gathers on North Lawerence Street to celebrate the 7th birthday of Xavier Philly Style.

David Nalbandian out for Blood at Queen’s Club

I was digging through my old tennis archives tonight and happened upon this incident which occurred during the finals of the 2012 Queen’s Club Tournament. The match was between Marin Čilić of Croatia and Argentine David Nalbandian.  I’d been covering  Nalbandian all week as I was shooting for a South American Magazine and the best way to describe his style of play was hostile. He was playing well but he was also playing with a rage that most players at least try to mask. During his matches he would predictably fly off the handle and capturing him smashing his racket onto the finely manicured lawn became routine. However, during that fateful final match his routine escalated. After having won the first set, Nalbandian was trailing 3-4 in the second. Čilić seeing a comeback in sight sent a rocket over the net that Nalbandian couldn’t handle. With his frustration no longer under control, he ran over to a plywood advertising hoarding and gave it a mighty punt causing it to break leaving a solid gash in the left shin of line judge who was sitting just behind it. I was armed with my 70-200mm lens just to the right of where the incident occurred.  With my camera still fixed on Nalbandian it took me a minute to realize what had happened. I could see in his eyes that he had finally grasped the gravity of his actions and when I found McDougall’s leg through my viewfinder I realized why. Blood at a tennis match? Blood at a tennis match in London? How delightfully out of the ordinary?  The head judge jumped into action with fans, coaches and players alike frozen in a daze of uncertainty. Did this mean Čilić would win by a disqualification? Was that possible? After a short deliberation that decision was made and the irate yet apologetic Argentine hurried off the court. The still bewildered and seemingly disappointed Croat sauntered over to the net and received the enormous championship trophy thus ending the bloodiest tennis match many of us will ever witness. Nalbandian was later quoted as saying “Sometimes you get angry, “Sometimes you cannot control those moments. Maybe you throw a racket or maybe you scream or maybe you do something like that. So many things happen.” Indeed they can. And occasionally those things include losing out on £44,000 in the blink of an eye and the clot of a blood drop.

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And here’s a video of the kick heard round the courts. if you pause and squint at 2:02 you might catch my cameo.

https://youtu.be/kIsT_GPJXaI

Mummers The Word | Happy 2015

2015 started off nice and wholesome with the annual New Years Day Mummers Parade and quickly devolved into a rollicking bacchanal. and yes i know one hundred is a ridiculous number of images to post. However, this event is quite the visual spectacle and is deserving of a gallery that reflects the shift from family friendly affair to freak show.

Dave and Buddy. Fishermen.

It was a beautiful day today and I had a few spare hours this afternoon so I decided to head down to South Philly in search of something to photograph along the Delaware River.  I find myself shooting down there quite often. It’s a pretty photogenic area and it seems each wander I go out on I find a new and interesting subject. Today I parked just along the entrance to Pier 68. When I got to the edge of the platform a man aboard a tug boat called out to me.  He seemed pretty chipper and just wanted to chat. His job that day had him piloting the boat from the dock to the middle of the river where an oil barge called the Chesapeake was anchored. That’s it. Just back and forth multiple times a day. I didn’t catch his name but if I had more time I would have talked my way on board. Next time. As our conversation trailed off, an older fisherman sitting in a camping chair opposite the boat waved invitingly over to me. There were no immediate introductions. We just started having a conversation as if we were picking up where we left off the day before. He was surrounded by gear one would use to fish in various stages of wear as well and other random items like a bag of unopened Rice Krispies and Walmart shopping carts. I eventually asked him his name as the conversation was getting rather intimate. Dave is Korean and has lived in Philadelphia for 34 years. Or was it 43? Either way he left Korea behind when he was a young man and hasn’t returned. Despite having lived stateside longer than I’ve been alive he still spoke with a rather thick accent and I had trouble making out some of what he said. I did gather quite quickly that he is rather devout as the topic settled on god. He was a little taken aback when I told him I lean more towards the agnostic but understood my point of view. I asked him which particular sect of christianity he followed. He told me none. He wasn’t catholic, protestant, snake handler or presbyterian. He said he simply followed the word of god. I liked that. I honestly don’t understand all the divisions within the religion anyway. It’s all just jesus isn’t it? At this point another man walked up and plopped himself into a chair adjacent to the river. He didn’t seem at all concerned with this random photographer hanging about and just started chatting with us as if he was privy to the entire conversation. His name was Buddy I think. Well that’s what Dave told me at least. Buddy, a lifelong Philadelphian is probably sixty to seventy years old. He’s very soft spoken, polite and knowledgable about fishing. He had just returned with more beef livers to use as catfish bait. Despite being happy to chat he didn’t want me taking his picture. The only explanation he gave was that he was playing hooky from work and didn’t want to get caught. I assured him these photos would only end up on my blog which maybe three people read. Dave at this point started talking about his younger days. He had been an avid photographer and purchased an underwater camera to take out on fishing trips back in Korea.  He then reached into his backpack and pulled out about ten folded pages with incredible black and white images of young men fishing in the 1960’s. He named a few of the men as his relatives and pointed out a few shots of himself. They were stunning. I assumed that Dave and Buddy had been fishing together at this spot for decades however they’d only connected recently. Dave had been calling Pier 68 his personal fishing spot for years and Buddy was stationed at the next pier down just fifty feet away. A recent influx of new anglers forced Buddy to move. Dave called Buddy’s spot North Korea, his spot South Korea and the water separating the two the DMZ. I wanted to ask him more about life in Korea before he emigrated but he didn’t seem to want to go down that road. He just kept saying how Philadelphia and the United States are the best places in the world. We chatted a bit more about bread, beer, politics and how to properly bait a hook. I had to get going said my goodbye’s and walked off just as casually as I’d come, assuming that no proper farewell was needed as next time I visit we’ll just fall back into the same old comfortable conversation.

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