a walk in my shoes



© 2011 Gary Garbett

My new black docs sure had a way of making my office brighter today. I love, love, love my docs. This is my third pair and they really are the shoe for me. I identify with their character and their passion. They're kinda like art for my feet. And that makes wherever I walk a gallery.

a still life of icons



© 2011 Gary Garbett

I'm a collector of my path. Not a pack rat, ...a collector.
My shelves are adorned with those things that remind me of where I've been. My haphazardly organized arrangement of art, vintage product packaging, and faded and torn photographs all make me... well, ...me. Without them, I'm much less than I wish to remember.

the right tools



© 2011 Gary Garbett

A package greeted me as I arrived home from a long day at the office. Just like any warm greeting, the smile on the side of the box made me smile. Amazon. My new Zuiko 25mm f/2.8 Pancake Lens had arrived.

My camera bag, like my studio, and my kitchen is a great big wonderful toolbox. I dig my tools.

here and save. a faded past.



© 2011 Gary Garbett

The faded hand painted lettering on the alley entrance can still be read. They once offered savings here. Similar to a faded and weathered tattoo, what remains continues to tell pieces of the story.

right on red



© 2011 Gary Garbett

Though my eye is drawn to the time exposure of the moving traffic, my favorite area in this image is the welcoming night blue glow from the storefront in the upper left. It depicts such solitary calmness.

eastbound. cobblestone. 8:11pm.



© 2011 Gary Garbett

Last night's news of Gerry Rafferty's death left me with a feeling of loss, remembrance, and celebration. I connect with his music and lyrics. I always have. They belong to me.

I celebrated by queuing up my turntable last night, and carefully listening to North and South and Stealer's Wheel.

Again, as always... it was perfect. It was honest. It was real. Gerry's distinct voice and the beauty from his delicately crying guitar have always been my best friends. Especially when I needed one. I'll miss his art.

The iridescent green sky captured in this image seems to pay an homage to Baker Street.