NEW YORK NEW YORK – A day in Tribeca with my Leica Monochrom and 50mm FLE lens. Â It was very, very cold: the wind off of the Hudson River is savage. Â The Hudson River Park here is lovely but uninhabitable in the winter. Â The second image, “Marine Repair”, is two frames stitched in Photoshop.
Day 2,681 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
On this day seven years ago (day 124): Original Shake Shack. Â In Union Square.
NEW YORK NEW YORK – We found ourselves in Tribeca this evening at a benefit for Pilobolus, a wonderful dance company. As we move toward summer the days get longer so there is actually daylight out the windows of the event space, presenting this view of the entrance ramps of the Holland Tunnel.
Day 1,680 of one picture every day for the rest of my life.
On this day two years ago (day 950): Dan Colen – a Crack in the Clouds. This is an outtake that I’ve decided that I like better than the image originally posted.
NEW YORK, NEW YORK – I went to a lunch sponsored by the ICP that included a panel discussion by a number of photojournalism luminaries. Discouraging. They all said that its easy to produce good or even very good pictures. It’s the brilliant ones that are hard to come by. Everyone has long term projects and takes assignments in hell-holes at the ends of the earth. What’s the point of my daily photo blog from cosy New York and Connecticut (and various one-percenter hang outs)? What’s the narrative? What (if anything) makes my pictures interesting?
Tough issues. Maybe the narrative is my life; but wouldn’t that require me to get closer (photographically) to the people around me – family and friends? That’s difficult because they didn’t volunteer for this (another issue discussed by the panel) – I’ve had one situation where the subject of a photo asked me to take it down; for now I’ve resolved the issue by designating the post as “private” (if you look back carefully you’ll see one day gap in the public record) – I’ll figure out what to do with it at some later date. The lunch was in Tribeca; I had my Alpa with me (not much good at the lunch) and the light in the streets was flat and poor later in the afternoon. I finally settled on this.
On this day one year ago: breakfast at Kitchenette.
