Tagged as “ICView 2008/3”

by Barry J. Ostrow ‘62

Last year, while meandering through Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar, I was stopped by two shopkeepers who spoke little English. I thought they were trying to sell me carpets. But in both cases they were offering to dispose of the empty Coke cans...

by Katharyn Howd Machan

The first problem is the carpet bag.
When asked to open it for inspection
she smiles her practically perfect smile
and pure pink appears on her cheeks.
When — spit-spot — in less than two minutes
she’s filled no fewer than thirteen bins
overflowing with dusters, lampshades, soaps,...

by Kathryn Cooper '06

For “Reflection,” I was taking head shots for a friend of mine, Lloyd Dugger, B.M. ‘07, and we decided to experiment with some portraiture. I love black and white photography and wanted him in a pensive pose, so when he clasped his hands and leaned forward, I saw the light playing off of him and...

by Tom Fox '03

While playing with Bugsy, a white German Shepherd, I was attempting to get a shot of him catching the ball in midair. I threw the ball with one hand and snapped the shot with the other. I did not have time to look through the viewfinder so I wasn't sure how it came out. When I looked in the playback menu I realized I not only had the timing, I also had some nice...

by Tracy Mayor ’83

It’s not just that the ocean is clean and cold, though it is very much both of those things. It’s that it’s clean because it’s cold. Nothing lives in it, nothing the naked eye can see — no seaweed wraps around your legs, no jellyfish slime you. There is only water...