I have hesitated a great many times from photographing fantastic scenes and people on the street for fear that I’d be confronted and would have to justify my street photography without anything legit to show for it. Now I have business cards.
I walk by this exact framing on a very regular basis, and always admire it and think it would be great to capture it on film in a way would do it justice. Today, again, was not that day.
Laugh it up, wall.
At least it’s warm underground.
I did a lot today. Took the bike out, figured out the trick to reliably win at the ring on a string game, danced some salsa, forgot the trick to reliably win at the ring on a string game, was handily defeated by a frustratingly cryptic alarm system. Good times all around.
I’ve been feeling boxed in by the city lately, and thankfully spring has come Way early. I got out of town on 2.0, taking any turn that looked interesting, and found myself at the end of the road in a familiar Long Island spot. It was a good day.
She was 23 when I met her. Amazing then, and more amazing every day since.
I see this just about every single day.
Tonight Aversed came to NYC, and it was good.
Queen of the house.
Found an unexpectedly lonely road amidst the destruction of Houston St.
Consume.
It’s pretty rare that I get up to the Bronx.
Seems a vaguely apt composition for our times.
I definitely didn’t get close enough to shoot this just so that I could go in and eat a hot dog.
My daily photo partner in crime, Rob, working on his bike at the shop. This was a fun time and I look forward to more days like this.
Also I tried riding a fixie, which immediately forced me to the ground and fell right on top of me.
Today I went to see Chiflón, el silencio del carbón by Silencio Blanco at Here in Manhattan.
I’m really starting to realize that I really do enjoy this kind of experimental grown-up puppet theater. The articulation and range of expression the actors are capable of imbuing into these creatures is beyond stunning and is absolutely gripping, something truly unique. Silencio Blanco’s work here is all the more impressive because of all the time they put in to traveling to a desolate Chilean mining town to learn about the struggles of everyone involved in this treacherous work, and working with them to craft these puppets that represent their story.
After getting home from the airport at 6:30am, the day’s been a bit weird trying to rebalance back to a regular schedule. I almost didn’t make it outside to shoot today, but after Ilanna pointed out how lazy my “diagonally-framed representation of laptop on bare leg” truly was, I was plenty inspired to get out and capture Something.
Medellin’s public transportation was really quite impressive and varied. But, it’s got nothing on our MTA.
What’s surprising about this is not that these guys were entertaining at stop lights all over Medellin. What’s surprising is that drivers were paying them as they passed by on green!
Well I finally made it to the edge of Medellin. And then, it just kept going. Up and up and up, all the way to Jurassic Park.
I accidentally made eye contact with a dog near the cable car earlier. He took it as a sign that we are going to be friends forever, and proceeded to walk alongside Ilanna and myself for hours, waiting outside grocery stores, coming up the stairs to the lovely coffee shop, wherever. We thought he attached himself to another group of travelers for a while, as we watched as that guy tried in vain to keep the dog (named Black Nightmare, btw) from following him into the basilica. But finally, they shook him and he eventually made his way back up the stairs into the cafe.
I wonder how Black Nightmare sees this beautiful, colorful town?
Speaking of that incredibly intense color permeating Jardin…
Jardin has this incredible town square, surrounded by intensely colorful buildings alive with bars and coffee joint at night, and a booming street cart district right in the middle of it all.
So many street vendors, and I’m nervous to try anything because I don’t speak a lick of Spanish that I haven’t learned as the name of a salsa move.
Yellow on yellow on yellow.
