There really hasn't been too much going on lately. A gray time of year --post festivities. Of course, I wander around a lot, phone in hand to capture....
the descent to the subway
the wait on the platform
the roll right along in what looks like the interior of some spiny fish.
And then there's the bus. People getting on leave their cups behind on the bench. I think the dirty glass accounts for the brown ectoplasm.....maybe.
Smoke/steam is good for 'atmospheric' effects. If everything is very crisp and bright there isn't any mystery. A nice thick fog, smoke and mirrors, candles, shadows (weird filters!)
Things coming in and out of focus.... Each person has a story, of course....
Like the woman passing the newsstand. Can you see the man on the right? I think he runs the news stand.
You can see him better here. All these people rushing about
and some sitting still
and Jasper the dog looking very blobby indeed.
Then there are the buildings -- London Terrace looking oddly Gatsbyesque...
and soaring loftily.
The leftover wreath's shadow very early in the morning cast sideways on 22nd Street.
On 22nd Street too they have been scraping the posters off the wall to reveal all sorts of layers of meaning...or not.
I'm teaching a workshop with Seth Apter and Roxanne Evans Stout in March called The Need to Tell Stories,* but haven't yet decided what story I'm going to tell then, so am using old photos to generate ideas. So these are sort of lesson plans for myself.
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