Taskoni: the water beyond the gate--subtly menacing but also promising in the presence of snow
Barnwulf: kind of a ditto. A dry landscape with rainclouds and baby sharks on the way. The tones and contrasts are dreamlike, the grass too bright somehow (in a good way).
Rob: all of these make me hungry to cook with g&g.
yprimayadi: a portrait of hard work, endurance, and fortitude. And gorgeous yellows and reds and umbers. He wears his sweat like jewels.
Carterofmars: in Paul Strand territory. No, Jacob Riis. Powerful.
Ntruj: wonderful serpentine, horizontals, verticals, and a daylight moon in a black sky. And it's a toilet complex. I want to go.
Sykomor: talk about a dreamscape! The water and tiles are appealing, but the chandelier is weirdly threatening, and the swimmer can seemngly go nowhere.
Tuna: Another weirdly compelling image of a disquieting imbalance about to pull its subject off his chair as the world seems collapsing to the right.
Maiku: now there's some Paul-Strand-weathered-siding. Great tonal range. Perhaps all its says is Do Not Enter, but the interior glow, the oddly white chain, the fallen downspout tell another story.
Greyscale: what is the opposite of a palimpsest? I love the old messages emerging from beneath one another. Would love to see a straight-on shot with no other context but the brick.
Hefring: pretty sure I picked this last week. I'm picking it again. Masterful sidelight and surround of shadows, and the closed eyes humble despite her obvious stature.
Vince Lupo: the reverence was already in this museum room. But the photograph honors it. Splendid light and solemnity.
Joao: Wish I had one of these cabinets. But not with dismembered dolls in it. This is another waking dream calmly registered.
Semrich: wonderfully lit human contours. Go to the light!
LynnB: master of waves. This is splendid in all three zones of the image. Debussy should come back from the dead to perform La Mer for Lynn.
