Grand Central Fencing

USA Fencing, the governing body of sport fencing for the United States, had exhibition bouts in Grand Central Terminal for a week in late July to promote the sport.

Since my first roll of film in 2008, I’ve shot fencing. As a participant, then a sporadic observer, and most recently as an amused passer-by. A subject once called fencing a kind of physical chess, a back and forth of moves and counter-moves between two opponents. I appreciate the analogy as a fencer, but as a photographer I’d say it’s more like high-impact ballet.

Canadian Wildfire Smoke

Smoke from wildfires in Canada drifted down to New York City and cast the strangest glow. I detoured from my commute to visit Transmitter Park in Greenpoint and see how distorted the view of Manhattan was. It wasn’t distorted, it was just gone. The air was scratchy even with a mask, dense and quiet. My mind kept going to the images of post-apocalyptic Las Vegas, diseased and irradiated, in Blade Runner 2049. And my images went that way, too.