no dawn, no day, always in this twilight..

  I must say the transition from 3 weeks in the eternally sunny (even when it rains) California to a dark, heavy and cold NY has not been the easiest. Though I find great joy in bundling up and walking through the snow (still a novelty to me) the environment definitely weighs on you. Not in an entirely bad way, just different. So I felt it was fitting to see the beautifully, at time eerie, always atmospheric works of Steichen, Steiglitz and Strand at The Met yesterday. I hadn't been up there since I was in high school, and it was a lovely way to spend a slushy afternoon. I loved both the Steichen et al show and Between Here and There: Passages in Contemporary Photography, which contained some powerful works from Valie Export, Allen Ruppersberg, Rineke Dijkstra, Doug Aitken, On Kawara and Matthew Buckingham. But it was definitely the dark, old photographs that held my mind walking home last night..

 Georgia O'Keefe had the most beautiful clavicle and hands..

And the autochromes...