Monday, September 28, 2009

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Friday, June 26, 2009

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I'VE GOT ROCKS IN MY HEAD (so I've been told)

Photographer's Secrets number One: The trick to making rocks look good when you're taking pictures of them outdoors on a hot day is to continuously throw water on them (and yourself, too, but careful, avoid the camera!)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

I figure that this guy has just lost everything in the Market because his Broker was a 'Goniff' (Yiddish for thief) who had only his own interests at heart. So, either Our Man is going after the Goniff himself or he's about to send him this pistol wrapped in the NYTimes Stock Market pages with a note that says (Be honorable and due what you have to do.)  I'd swear I got this idea from Shakespeare...ah yes, Anton and Cleop'tra. Chilling.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

TULIP LOSES ALL SENSE OF REALITY

THIS GORGEOUS TWO-TONED TULIP FELL MADLY IN LOVE WITH ITSELF AND RUSHED HEADLONG TOWARDS THE HOT LIGHTS... and sizzled.  Now, all that remains: fried fronds, a mere memory of it's former glory, pressed deep between pages of an old encyclopedia.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

I have a 12 year old grandson named Milo, who -- upon seeing this image for the first time-- asked "who's this Venus de Milo, anyway?" He and his brother Isaac and sister leila (both are 12 , also) spend time with me in my studio after school. We paint, wrestle, yell obscenities, do You-Tube and eat. But now their elsewhere-directed social activities leave me with nothing to do but CREATE! Ah: madness, frustration, hard work and breathless joy. Every day of my life. (With Venus de Milo looking over my shoulder.)

Monday, April 28, 2008

Dark Vader

This perfect white rose was sitting in a glass of water on my studio window very near where I keep my bottles of ink.  Well,  I reached up to refill my drawing pens with black ink  and of course the large full bottle started to slip out of my hand  but I caught it but not before it had done it's damage or should I say it's magic! You don't believe me? Why,  I never would have done a thing like this to a perfect white rose now would I?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

60 YEARS LATER., EBBOTS FIELD, FRIDAY JULY 13TH 1948. NINTH INNING. JACKIE ROBINSON UP TO BAT. COVERING CENTER FIELD, I CAUGHT THIS ON A JUMP JUST BEFORE IT ENTERED THE BLEACHERS. NOW LOOK AT IT.

Monday, March 24, 2008



















I must explain what you're looking at here:  For starters, this is a framed 
photograph of a massive truck passing under a metro overpass. Onto the glass of this framed photograph is reflected some bare trees growing outside a nearby window.  This was such a compelling image that I was compelled to re-photograph it in it's ephemeral state on my wall.   2007

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Monday, March 17, 2008

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Thursday, March 13, 2008


THIS SIGN HUNG IN THE WINDOW OF A WALL STREET BAR A FEW YEARS AGO.  I'D SAY IT WAS THE ONLY BAR WITH A GREAT SENSE OF HUMOR, TOO BAD IT WAS EARLY MORNING.... 

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I'm even confused by the above title,  it 'wrote itself ' I swear.  So,  onward towards clarity:

Confession:  This blog is a substitute for a website.  Ah,  now I feel better.  What I want this thing to do for me is primarily display newly concocted photographs,  photographs that don't usually fall into any intelligent grouping.  Never-the-less (hmmm, what a great old-fashioned phrase) this is the way my brain works.  totally outside the box.  (a modern phrase). So DON'T LOOK FOR ORDER!    But, if you fell into viewing this website --whoops, I mean blog,  either by design-- or by accident -- I'd be most happy to hear what you thought of it.  contact:  isadore2 (at)verizon.net
Folks,  I deliberately replaced the @ sign with (at) so that I won't be deluged with automatic spam.  You should of course instead insert the @ sign.  I can't wait for the accolades to come rolling in....

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Look, here's how it goes: In 1948 I was 18 and living in L.A. where the only way to get to work was in your own car. So, borrowing 600 bucks from my Mom, I bought my first car: a clean 1939 black Chevy coupe. (I might add here that my job, my first job in life, was at the L.A. airport working for the Civil Aeronautics Administration delivering mail on rollerskates inside a giant hanger. Since then I've owned-- at one time or another-- 24 cars.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

This is not an ad for a new/old car.  It is a straight photo of two tiny 1940 fords,  2 inches tall.  (I won't tell you where they are manufactured.)  Below you'll see how they become actors in an ongoing drama that evokes a driver's nightmares. Well, not just nightmares but also daydreams and passions.