a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
We were walking along and we came to West End Avenue, which has been closed to cars, and this striking young woman. I asked her if I could take her portrait with the empty avenue behind her. She gave me permission, then took a picture of my picture with her phone off the back of my camera and then asked to take my picture with her phone which, of course, I assented to.
There were several pointers for white allies at the rally from the last couple of posts. While, I generally felt I was following many of the suggestions, one where I have not been active is patronizing black-owned businesses. An easy step to take was to grab dinner from one of the many restaurants that are still serving take out. We went to Chocolat on 120th Street and Frederick Douglass Blvd and while we were waiting for our order, I took this self portrait half out the window. We can recommend the delicious salmon burger and shrimp quesadillas.
In isolation for months now, running out of things to turn my lens on so more self-portraits documenting the transformation in personal grooming I’ve been undergoing…
Another mirror self-portrait, this time shooting telephoto at 200mm (300mm e). Came out pretty well – pity about the subject.
Seeing me pass with my camera, he asked me to take his picture and #tag him on Instagram. Here you go!
