Monday, November 30, 2015
If you find yourself in New York City, try to make it onto a roof. Usually, you'll be alone, and you just get an absolutely wonderful perspective from above. During this 2010 trip, Megan and I flew to LaGuardia via Port Columbus. This time, our silver mini-van will be battling traffic.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
In Manhattan, every little bit of space is used. How nice would it be to have your own little rooftop patio? Yes, sometimes I feel boxed in by my quarter acre lot in Worthington, but really, I have nothing to complain about.
Friday, November 27, 2015
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
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
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
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
Saturday, November 14, 2015
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
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?
Thursday, November 12, 2015
And it was amazingly awesome. If I didn't have these photos, it would swear it was only dream. But no, it wasn't! I pushed my little Samsung point and shoot hard back then and came home with 600+ images. That was A LOT back in the film days. Before this trip, I didn't take many photos. After, I couldn't stop. Enjoy the best from those three months or so nearly 17 years ago. My goal? Take the family back in 2019, 20 years after my first visit.