Posts tagged ‘night’

June 27, 2015

Park NYC, Hell’s Kitchen

Whilst waiting for food from Justin Timberlake.
Park NYC, Hell's Kitchen
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November 6, 2014

The night after the night after

Everything seemed to shift and stay the same.
The night after the night after
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September 7, 2014

Keep what you want

I’m not sure if this image is about what it’s about. Left or right or back from whence you came?
Keep what you want
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September 5, 2014

Man into night

The light was ending abruptly, and I had to dodge a coworker to get this shot. No doubt he would stop to talk. Fortunately the shadows were beginning to overcome everything, and so I was hidden easily behind a sign. Street shooing always involves a bit of luck, so when you’re running out of time you have to make everything count. While my coworker passed this man crossed the street into the area I was hoping for. My attention was split. It always happens that way.
Man into night
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May 13, 2013

Turning bus

Buses are kind of awesome subjects because of all their lights. If you get them at the right time they kind of burn light into your image just right. I got two shots of this bus spinning around the corner and heading to The Loop. Though the other was better, I like how you can tell it’s a bus in this shot. Sometimes it’s function over form, even though you don’t lose much in terms of light here.
Turning bus
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April 24, 2013

A bridge into Gotham City

I watched Batman Begins tonight. It’s probably the tenth time I’ve seen it, I think it’s that good. In fact, I like it better than the more highly-acclaimed The Dark Knight. There are various considerations for that, but there’s only one reason I took this photo; it reminded me of the film. I never thought to add it to the blog, but I went looking for it after watching the movie and decided it works. Director Christopher Nolan got some criticism (mostly from New Yorkers) for choosing Chicago as Gotham. It’s got all the art deco and mix of old with new to get the job done. All you really need is dark and brooding, which you have here. I left it messy and dark for obvious reasons. Even the streaks of light off the bridge had me thinking of that famous spotlight.
A bridge into Gotham City
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March 1, 2013

The endless storm

We’ve been experiencing this pattern of weather where the snow feels almost constant at times.  Somehow it hasn’t accumulated much more than the original storm of six inches.  I think the wind just blows around light flakes making the illusion that we’re getting so much more than we actually are.  I’ve found myself looking out the window at night searching for the streetlights.  They show off the flakes to the point where I believe we’re getting inches upon inches of new snow.  After a few hours of this sort of thing there’s just a new dusting – maybe an inch.

Today I drove through such a storm to be part of a panel discussion on media arts at a local college.  It was nice to be invited to speak about media and photography and the work I’ve done, but I’m never quite sure what to say – or maybe I’m concerned that we’re not saying much at all.  My colleagues all attempted to answer students’ difficult questions about media and visual arts of sorts that we’ve worked our entire professional lives within.  We, the panelists, seemed to pose just as many questions and concerns as the students.  Our worries about the internet age and where we’re all headed – if there is a place for profit when so much work is shared so quickly and then left to be forgotten – don’t often have answers.  Content certainly drives the vehicle, and good content retains readers, viewers, consumers.  Still, sometimes I think it’s just like the snowstorm, blowing around and failing to settle down. Certainly there will be a lot of darkness as those of us involved stab at what works – or doesn’t. The light points will be fewer and further between.
The endless storm
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November 18, 2012

The permanent man at the bus stop

I’ve been past here at least a couple of times since taking this photo, and he isn’t there anymore, but I could’ve sworn this guy was forever attached to the bench at the time. He was so uncomfortably slumped and managed not to move despite this awkward slouching. You can’t sit like that as long as he did. Impossible.

I stood and waited for the bus to come just to see if he was actually waiting for one. He wasn’t. Sometimes people look like they’re stuck in a place or a moment, and they’re never going to leave. It’s like they belong to time and space. There’s almost a comfort in thinking that, even if it isn’t true.
The permanent man at the bus stop
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September 12, 2012

Park Ridge night

This was a special night where you forget almost everything that’s happening except the event, and it’s not until you lay down to sleep that you reconsider if everything that did happen was real. This photo acted as my pinch-me moment that night. It was such a real moment, that I even remember all these months later that I took it with a 50 prime lens, because I was too tired to switch to something more versatile.

I kept looking out the window at this scene. It was like it reminded me that life was going on as normal in most cases. Everything was scattered about other than this little row of cars leading up to the horizon line. They were order against all else, but they were also simple and routine. I decided on blurring everything but the cars. Have you ever noticed that when you stare intently at something it becomes the only thing in actual focus? Everything else kind of melts together.
Park Ridge night

August 28, 2012

Thompson lines

I had an hour to think about what to write tonight, and at first I thought I had nothing to say about this photo despite wanting to post it. After going over it a while I realized that most of the photos I struggle to write about are the ones that I want to share but I’m uncertain how I actually feel about them. They are enigmatic to me on a personal level. Tonight, while riding a train I remembered why I took this the way I took it.

There was a girl on the train acting kind of awkward. She laughed out at a person’s joke when she wasn’t part of their discussion. She inserted herself in their conversation again a few moments later. After a while she got up and stood next to me. “You know there is a couple that rides these trains and they steal your things as a team,” she said. Yes, I’d heard there are pickpockets of late. “I’m high,” she said, “and I’m gonna go get stoned really good.” She stared at me like I should agree with this thought process. I had nothing to say, though. “Nobody wants to laugh with me,” she said all disappointed. “Stoned like a stoning,” I asked sheepishly. “What?” She stared at me. “What do you mean?” I pretended to throw stones. “Like getting stoned by people,” I tried to reiterate. “Oh, no,” she laughed, and got off at that stop.

She reminded me of these twisting lines. So many people on the trains and in the city do.
Thompson lines
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