I just figured out, that I’m not the center of the World.
The World is the center of me.
“Quick, look behind you.”
My girlfriend stares widely in bewilderment at something behind me. I trust her instincts and turn around with my camera on and ready.
She’s a very talented artist that understands composition and what a good subject looks like. I trust her wholeheartedly and already knew it was going to be good. This lady passes by us. It was actually more of a hobble or a wobble. I was first simply shocked that she was heading into oncoming traffic without any hesitation. Then I noticed how OLD she was and in my shock, I believe I lost a second or maybe even two seconds as she shuffled her way through.
As you can imagine, one or two seconds can make or break the moment. I need to work on my reaction time and reduce my “HOLY SHIT, is this really happening?” time. ^_^
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After getting this shot, my battery went dead. It was the first shot of the day. Of course, I didn’t have a spare on me. Even though I went out of my way to buy an extra one, I still didn’t have it with me. Such is my nature. I’m just going to learn from this and keep a spare on me at all times. Who knows what I could have missed? But at least I got this one. Always lookin’ at the brighter side of life. Thanks, Toy Bubble Gun man. I hope you make many people happy with your random bubbles floating across 40th st.
This is the happiest bird I’ve ever seen in my life.
He lives somewhere far from his own habitat. Perhaps he’s never known it. He’s just a happy New Yorker. The nice lady that is the owner kindly asked that I don’t share photos of her, but insisted that I photograph the bird. I’m so happy that I stopped her. But then the tides turned….
I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus. I went out to explore.
I wanted to get out. I love nature and the outdoors as much as I love the city. I need a balance. Just like anyone does. We need to find a balance. So! I went to Los Angeles. Took a car from LA to Denver. And in the middle I visited a desert town at the border of CA and AZ. Then the Grand Canyon. I climbed up north to Utah to visit the Navajo in their sacred lands. Some more hours north, I discovered Arches National Park in Moab, UT. Then into snowy Colorado and into Denver, where I flew back to NJ.
In a rented cabin somewhere in Moab, UT, I remembered this man with his violin. I took the photo quickly. He was so magnetic and happy. Dancing around with his violin as if it were a woman. I didn’t notice the sign when I was taking his photo nor when I was talking to him. Actually I probably did see it, I just didn’t bother reading it. That night when I came home to review my photos, I read the sign and felt so bad that I only gave him a dollar. I even considered giving him $700 for his violin. Why do I trust him and his sign? Look at him. Tell me this man is trying to rob you. If you’re a musician you know what it means to sell your instrument. You give away a piece of yourself. A tool of your expression. An extension. You are trading it for money that has no meaning but financial value. He is willing to trade his beloved instrument for the love of his wife. (Click to view Largely)
I walked right through these mob of kids. Come to think of it, I don’t even flinch when I see a wall of people like this. I just walk right on in. Mobs like this usually are concentrated in the middle and dissipates around the outside. But this one just stopped like a wall or rather, a clearing.
I realized as I stumbled out the other end of the human wall, that they were waiting for someone to come out of a building. Someone famous I presume. As I started to walk away I quickly turned around and fired, hoping to catch them all off-guard! And just as I did, strobe flashes went off in my face! That camera man on the right was shooting ME! But as you can see in the shot, I won the quick draw against him. His flash hasn’t gone off yet.
But the true champion is that one girl posing a thumbs up for me. Well done, fan-girl.
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This mob of people were gathered in front of a sports equipment store. (Click for Larger) Puzzled, I asked someone sitting on a lawn chair amongst the mob. “What are you guys waiting for?”
“SNEA-KERS. Like the ones on your damn feet.”
“Oh…wow…ok…I thought that’s what you said. Just making sure.”
I was so surprised all these people were waiting to get the same pair of sneakers as EVERYONE else on this line. I heard her tell me sneakers, but I just couldn’t believe it.
This is a transformer. Violently pulled down from its pole by Hurricane Sandy. This event signified a whole lot of change for us. I was out of power and heat for 10 days. You can consider me one of the lucky ones. Many went through far greater burdens, all in the middle of the frigid winter. And even through the thick of it, we still endured. We cleaned ourselves up and kept on going. Many to this day, are still enduring what Sandy had left us with. But it made us stronger and closer than ever.
A tremendous display of Change.
Sometimes, I stop dead in my tracks and shoot at nothing in particular. And sometimes, people are scrunching their face at me when I do that. (Click for Larger)
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These kids look straight out of a dance battle movie. I’ve seen them both before in the long ride from Columbus Circle to 125th st on the A express. Simply amazing. They’re doing backflips in a moving subway train! Different variations of flips too. I saw them do a crazy stripper pole move, twirling around the place. Some people can’t even stand upright on the damn thing and these kids are doing Shaolin scissor flip kicks. They usually get a dollar from me. As for the lady in the foreground, she made the shot into a great candid. One of the first rules of shooting in the street is to never look at your subjects in the eyes. Look off somewhere else, like you don’t even know they’re there. And Keep Moving. Always keep moving. At the time, I didn’t know if she looked at the camera or not. All I knew is that as long as I don’t look at her and act like I’m totally focused on the dancers, she’ll shrug and won’t be able to tell if I was taking a photo of her or not. Usually works. But then again, the other day I was yelled at by a massive homeless lady as I tried to snag a shot of her greeting a friend. She turned around and screamed “HEY!!!”
I slowly looked up at her, waived without a smile and disappeared into the crowd. In Midtown, you can do that. You can walk in any which way and get swallowed into a crowd of people. And yeah, I’m only human I felt bad that I offended her but at this point my hands move before I think.
The shot turned out to be shit, anyway.
I shrugged it off and headed straight into Time Square to redeem myself.