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
My friend Harry got a concession to offer food, drink and music on an unused sandy spit off tthe East River (seen in the background here) where the water taxi came to port in Long Island City. This shot is from September 2008.
Back in the Financial District office after a 2 year absence…
… with the taxi screen reflected in the window
Real NYers refuse to call it the RFK Bridge, as it has been renamed.
Taken from the footbridge over the FDR Drive to Wards/Randalls Islands
After visiting Photoville I’ve been overcome by the feeling that my standard B&W view of photography is hopelessly outdated: I’m creating works that simply betray my age. The web world is colorful, bright, spontaneous (and superficially ephemeral). So here are 2 very different takes on the exact same shot: one black and white, one color; one almost the entire original frame, the other severely cropped. The cropped version focuses more on the face of the boy with his arms dramatically outstretched. the B&W version shows the distance between the black boy and the 2 Asian friends and shrinks the people relative to the gargantuan New York harbor and skyline, the Brooklyn bridge looming behind them. Which do you prefer (open the blog post to answer a poll)?
