Friday, November 27, 2015

A Look Back to the 2010 Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade

In 2010, Megan, Weston, myself and an in utero Brody travelled to Manhattan for the Macy's Thanksgiving parade.  We thought Weston would love it.  Instead, he was scared to death of the giant balloons as they floated by.  We were so far from the street that we couldn't see anything but the balloons.  And Weston couldn't see that said balloons were controlled by people.  I think he thought they were giant monsters.  Poor little dude!

Back in 2010, photography was still done using the small point and shoot cameras that had become ubiquitous by that time.  But as you can see below, cell phones were starting to creep in.  Who  they would have thought that they would completely replace dedicated cameras just five years later?

By the end of the day, boy was our little one-and-a-half-year-old tuckered out!


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

One More Black and White from NYC

The apartments along the Hudson River on the upper west side are impressive.  This area of the city was away from the hustle and bustle.  We could go down to Riverside Park to get away from the feeling we were visiting some gigantic how "many humans can we put in a box" experiment. None the less, I'd still like to live a year in the city to see if I could survive.  Sinatra sang a song about that, right?

This is the last black and white image I'll share from NYC.  Up next, we'll get a little color.


Monday, November 23, 2015

Before Selfies Were Cool

I'm taking a look at photographs I've taken in Manhattan leading up to our December trip to the most crowded island in the country.  Here we are in Megan's grandparents apartment back in 2006.  This was the little place we could go to get away from the activity.


Monday, November 16, 2015

The Medusa Tree

On our walk through Central Park in January 2007, I distinctly remember Megan looking at this tree and saying something like "now I could draw that!"  I called her on it, yet I still haven't seen anything.  I tried to replicate the success of this photograph back in 2010, but my black and white version is way better.  The contrast between the natural, seemingly random craziness of the tree branches contrasting with the rigid angles of the baseball backstop makes this photograph for me.

Three years later, same subject, different angle, not nearly as effective.


Sunday, November 15, 2015

Union Theological Seminary

Yes, these photos from our January 2007 to NYC are drab, dreary, and colorless.  Our next visit come December will be a much brighter, happier affair.


Saturday, November 14, 2015

Glen Span Arch - Central Park

This photo taken under the Glen Span Arch is perhaps my favorite image from Manhattan.  It was built in 1865.  To this day, this image moves me perhaps more than any other image that I have captured.


Friday, November 13, 2015

Photographing Manhattan

I first visited Manhattan during my high school senior trip in the late 90's.  I can remember two things- I was elated I wasn't mugged, and I walked for what seemed like hours going around and around the city.  Fast forward ten years to when I met Megan.  Her grandparents lived in Manhattan. Upper west side, around 110 and Broadway.  Just a block or so south of Tom's Restaurant of Seinfeld fame.

Manhattan is such a different living experience.  I've always thought I'd like to try it, just to see if I wouldn't go crazy.  There are ways that people cope, by finding refuge in the cracks or corners. There's no unused space on that island.  Every spot of land is marked out and taken.  There's very little wild there, even though there are seemingly wild places. 

Megan and I had just been married a few months when unfortunate circumstances brought us again to the city.  During this trip was when I was really diving into photography.  My images that I'll show to start this series are rightfully dark, but still remain in my memory as some of the most powerful photographs I have taken.  We were staying in dormitories at the Riverside Church seminary.  Our room looked out into a beautiful sheltered courtyard where the daffodils were blooming in the cold, misty rain of mid January. Yes, January.

We'll bringing the whole family to Manhattan just before Christmas to meet Megan's far lost relatives from the island Lifou, part of New Caledonia in the Pacific Ocean.  A long lost cousin left New York long ago, sometime in the mid 19th century, and settled on the other side of the world making a name for himself on a tiny tropical coral island.  His descendants haven't been back since.  That will change come December, when we'll meet them in the city.  I hope the boys remember this reunion forever, as they're going to have quite the story to tell when they get older.  Who knows- maybe they will travel to Lifou?