It’s a pretty clumsy undertaking when I take a photo with the iPhone.

I really don’t like assuming the tourist position of extending my arm and holding the phone with one hand while tapping and pinching the screen to compose and set exposures with the other. Especially when I ‘m accustomed  to doing all that through the lens. I can’t seem to settle on an app (current favorites: Camera+, Snapseed, Camera Awesome), I can’t recall how I accomplished something previously, either  (“now how did I tweak the saturation, again?”). And I need to remember to pack my glasses just to edit pictures, which is no small feat.

It is not what I would call a streamlined workflow. Stream of consciousness while wearing cheaters might be closer to the mark.

Despite my ungainliness in making pictures with my phone, I enjoy giving it a go, in a whimsical kind of way. Years ago I would crank out these funky little photo postcards on Kodak stock and mail them to friends and family at 20 cents a pop, and my current flirtation with the iPhone is undoubtedly an extension of that. And I do like the immediacy, ala Polaroid, these phone photos provide.

But are my iPhone photos “photographs?” I would have to answer that most of the time, no they are not. Most of the time they’re those marginal doodles one might sketch while taking notes during a lecture. Most of the time they’re just an insight to a passing mood.

But there is the occasional image that makes me think “wow, nice.”

These pictures were taken throughout August and the first couple days of September while at work and play.