berkeley, california

berkeley, california, originally uploaded by escott sukotto.

I saw these plants lying on their sides looking a bit like a crime scene. This is why I always have a camera with me - which of course also means that I take far too many pictures. I'm trying to get better at editing and deleting the ones that don't speak to my when I transfer them to my computer.

berkeley, california

berkeley, california, originally uploaded by escott sukotto.

I'm always fascinated with what happens when two lights collide - visually but also in their meanings. There's such a fantastic confluence of light between the slightly violet of a foggy dusk and the harsh green of cheap security lighting. It's a lot like Berkeley itself I suppose. It makes for dramatic pictures anyway.

rockridge, california

rockridge, california, originally uploaded by escott sukotto.

Sometimes fate aligns the colors in the world and presents you with an opportunity and a camera and a moment.

crested butte, colorado

crested butte, colorado, originally uploaded by escott sukotto.

unfortunate framing and exposure, but it makes me nostalgic for my childhood. I recently went back to Colorado and, though so much has changed in our post-walmart homogenization effort, there are still moments of what I remember as solid. A rough hewn timber romance of some ancient mountain town - it becomes a marker, a meter of what's substantial.

Via Flickr:
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sfmoma, san francisco

sfmoma, san francisco, originally uploaded by escott sukotto.

san francisco

san francisco, originally uploaded by escott sukotto.

Airports are such a fantastic source of primary colors and grays all with strong graphic structuring elements. I would love to go behind the scenes and take pictures of the operations of an airport. Maybe do a book.

san francisco

san francisco, originally uploaded by escott sukotto.

I like to wander the city at night looking for moments and light and being alone in my head.  It's rather meditative, but I'm always on some sort of a timeline that chafes up against the reverie.  As nature abhors a vacuum, time seems to frown upon solitude.