The Sixth Day

What Professional Photographers create on their day off.

Introduction

Photographers do not turn off. They do not retire or shut down. They create. Endlessly and without rest. Photojournalists are no exception. They spend much of their days illuminating other peoples lives and stories. This journal is to serve as a chronicle of what working photojournalists create on their own days off ...their sixth day.
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Monday, February 5, 2007

OLD GLORY

Audrey C. Tiernan
A Park Avenue drive by shooting in the spirit of Childe Hassam. Perhaps, perhaps not.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

my goodness, and just like his july 4th paintings! marvelous marvelous. a poem by john berryman goes like this:

Of 1826

I am the little man who smokes & smokes.
I am the girl who does know better but.
I am the king of the pool.
I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.
I am a government official & a goddamned fool.
I am a lady who takes jokes.

I am the enemy of the mind.
I am the auto salesman and love you.
I am a teenager cancer, with a plan.
I am the blackt-out man.
I am the woman powerful as a zoo.
I am two eyes screwed to my set, whose blind--

It is the Fourth of July.
Collect: while the dying man,
forgone by you creator, who forgives,
is gasping 'Thomas Jefferson still lives'
in vain, in vain, in vain.
I am Henry Pussy-cat! My whiskers fly.

February 5, 2007 at 11:50 PM
Anonymous said...

Nice Shot Aud, I love the light in it, so hard to find in manhattan -Tom

February 6, 2007 at 4:12 PM

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