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Urban Nightscapes

After dark, the prosaic comes alive morphed by a klieg lit stage— at once, both peaceful and kinetic. A neon world of predator and prey, through my viewfinder garish greens and vivid reds play with the afterglow of twilight sky. I try to capture saccharin sweetness and the promise of forbidden fruit. I thrill when a percussive din shatters the vesper stillness. I’ve learned this murky realm of mixed lighting and chiaroscuro charm is best rendered without filters and the patience of a saint. For twenty years I’ve meandered through great cities camera in tow, prowling the grittiest parts of town. Working quickly to record a vanishing scene and to keep out of harm’s way, after dark, it’s scary and electric.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/27/2011 7:17:00 AM
Hey, how did I miss reading you? This is REALLY good! James, I'll be scoping the postings for your next creation. This piece just paints, paints, paints... I, too, dislike filters applied--And I ain't talking about the kind on a camera. :-) Good stuff. More please! Cyndi
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Date: 6/23/2011 8:56:00 AM
excellent vocab Jim and a true picture in words of the cty at night.. living outside of NYC .. can relate so well luv.. an electrifying write luv..
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