As many photographs as it is possible to take with a digital camera, I am always more than a little
flummoxed at times as to how many to show in a post. Sometimes the narrative sets the tone with a
series of photos telling something of a story. Or so it is hoped.
And just when I think I have a narrative in development - this was going to be all about the fabulous
"HAIR" out there on the streets, I stumbled upon this recent shot which could have qualified as a hair
shot, maybe, but then I thought these dudes are far more than the sum of their hair. (Aren't we all?)
But here's the thing about this shot. I don't have a vivid memory of taking it . . . it sits quietly
between two bursts of street performances, those squeaky doors which get all the attention and which
most likely will stay in the dark of the hard drive.
I could go on and on about taking the hand that reaches out, that we are all a part of the collective
force of nature that is family and friends . . . but I won't!
We can Carpe Diem all we want but sometimes it is a moment which seizes us, only to disappear in the
fine star-dust of distant memory.
In which case, how many photos are too many photos?
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Always, there is something in the air down at Union Square and never more so than when nimble
limbed bodies are throwing themselves around down there, up there.
This is the un-cropped view from my seat on the steps. I try, most of the time, to take shots
from a fixed point, to catch moments happening around me.
By virtue of simply passing through anywhere, we are all of us on the edge of a frame at some time
or other. Some of us are lucky enough to be able to hit the top of the frame!
Torn between the shadows and light of black and white or the brilliance of colour . . .
either way, her beauty turned more than a few heads in the recent spring sunshine of Union Square.
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Some early morning quiet in the sunshine of a Manhattan morning.
Before the crowds . . .
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These photos are from last week, when winter was getting set to fade away. . . .
Snow is now falling again and such views have returned.
Here in NYC the annual St Patrick's Day Parade is coming to the end of its stretch up 5th Ave
to 86th St from where the real parade will start in earnest in the many bars up and down
nearby 1st, 2nd and 3rd Avenues.
Wrapping up and heading out soon to see what I can find . . . .
Keep warm, keep cool. Wherever you are!
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The dark of the dawn, a recent Sunday morning.
East River. New York City.
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Some time ago the amazing and talented Terry S Amstutz, aka mobius faith imaging took a storm
photograph of mine and blew life back into the scene, creating within the reality of the
abstract shapes a fluidity of time, motion and the danger that was Hurricane Sandy.
Terry's photos and subsequent abstractions of the faded glories of Akron Ohio's industrial
and manufacturing past have evolved, in his words, "far beyond the reality represented in
the original image."
Through the peeling and constantly evolving layers of decay and destruction we see,
or don't see, acknowledging it as we do in a passing nod to the frictions of the past
and progress, a fascinating kaleidoscope of realities. Like time itself. Always on the move.
Thank you Terry for your wonderful creative vision which, for me at least,
renders the abstract into a reality of surprise and awe! Or, should that be the other
way around . . . .?
Go take a look!
We had a blizzard of fashion!
New York Fashion Week troopers carried on in the teeth of last week's snow storm
as it blew into town creating its own palate of winter whimsy and fantasy,
albeit with the bite of cold, sharp winds wrapping themselves in and out of
the streets and down the avenues like the mad runaway veil of a jilted bride.
Such were the scenes down at the Highline Stages last week. Plenty of time for
me to crop, edit, do this and do that but that hasn't happened yet and I suspect I
am not going to get around to it any time soon, swinging as I do between the
paralysing extremes of intense laziness or being "busy!"
They are what they are. Straight out of camera and straight from the street.
Have a wonderful week-end everyone!
Under the low cloud of fog and mist stretches the vast beyond of New York City.
Somewhere out there is a blue sky but not here, not today and that's OK.
"Whispers of winter's beauty becalm the chaos of the city . . ."