4th Ave, Brooklyn. March 28, 2016.
Outlet.
Posted in Photography on March 11, 2016 by bakerOutside and inside therapist’s office. DUMBO, Brooklyn. March 11, 2016.
Bound.
Posted in Photography on March 10, 2016 by bakerSouth Slope, Brooklyn. March 10, 2016.
Spacious up there. I feel your pain, berries.
Respite.
Posted in Photography on February 29, 2016 by bakerConey Island, Queens. February 28, 2016.
Grounded.
Posted in Photography on February 25, 2016 by bakerPark Slope, Brooklyn. February 25, 2016.
The little sliver on the ring finger, below the knuckle. Hairline fracture. Gonna kill my bouldering for a month.
Acreage.
Posted in Photography on February 21, 2016 by bakerSea ice and Greenland mountains. North Atlantic. February 19th, 2016.
Bird.
Posted in Photography on February 20, 2016 by bakerNewark, NJ. February 15, 2016.
My earliest memory at an airport is meeting my grandmother in Portland at night, in the days when you could wait at the gate. The firelight; the hardware that arrives, hugely, from the dark. This one flew me 3600 miles through a bumpy Atlantic night in six and a half hours, a feat it will have accomplished hundreds of times over its life, and which is no less baffling to me today than it was when I was a child. Just sayin.
Airfield Films 