Several years ago, I began taking pictures of “Forensic Files” with the intent of publishing a book. I’ve seen every episode numerous times, and never tire of the show, which I’ve watched for eight years. I avoid corpses and gory scenes, with exceptions for narrative purposes.
It’s not a book about a TV show, but a work made with TV images. Japanese street photographer Daido Moriyama would say I’m making copies of copies. What interests me the most is the show’s blend of suspense, shock, mystery and documentary, its defining features. The images are a response to its eccentricities.
I took these images during a recent trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico. These were in Calle Loiza, Santurce.
This is my first post in a year. My passion for typewriters, books and fly-fishing hasn’t abated, but I have focused my energies on photography projects. Since my last post I have published five photography books: “300 X 200,” “Feeling My Way Toward The Door,” “Urban Poems,” “The Open-Air Bookstore” and “Fragments,” my latest collection, available on Blurb. I consider them attempts to capture the poetry of the mundane, the song of the commonplace. “300 X 200” takes place in a small parking lot and “The Open-Air Bookstore” in a recycling center, and the others are in large part street photography. In that genre are the images in “Fragments,” taken 12 years apart and shot primarily in the Southern California cities of Oceanside and Escondido. They are explorations of San Diego’s urbanscape. Here are some excerpts.