Photo essay: Poetry in the parking lot


I’ll let you decide on my definition of poetry. The premise is that beauty, or at least traces of it, surrounds us in urbanscapes. Among concrete, asphalt and the fumes of cars,  roots take hold as they are uprooted, recomposing our ways of seeing through their tenacity. What stays with us is redefined.

These were taken in a parking lot at the office building where I work. The restricted setting forced me to look at my surroundings in different ways.

Brooks Jensen, former editor of LensWork magazine, writes that the working photographer must keep his head in the game despite time constraints. One focuses on surroundings usually not of one’s choosing, instead of more obvious photo opportunities.

Upcoming are essays on trees in urban landscapes and  a preview of a project on Forensic Files, the crime show.

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