Streets are watching
I have a few photos from a visit to Jack's home in Brooklyn and I shall put them up in next few entries.
Jack is a friend I made there. He is an excellent photographer from Taiwan who has decided to stay on in NY after graduating many years ago. I was blown away by the pictures he showed me. Like pictures seen in so many books and magazines... they are really moving and inspiring. I wish I have some here to show you. I learnt a lot from just talking with him. His work reflected the dedication of a man who has committed a large part of his time and efforts towards finding meaning through the camera. What impressed me most was a sense of maturity towards the craft where he seemed confident enough of himself and what he has made to continue pursuing it.
This picture of the street was taken outside his workspace/home. It was a little chilly and no one was out.
The colour one is the view of Hewes St station from his place. Each time the trains passed, the rumble and vibrations just brought such life to the night. I kinda like the colours so I decided not to destroy it by doing a mono on it.
The other was taken at Hewes St station itself. It was pretty late into the night and the girl was alone...
except for us.
Brooklyn is not as dangerous as the media made it out to be.
Maybe I just happened to be on the right side of the tracks...
posted by rudy at 7:54 AM
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There's a little tree that's growing on the outside wall of my parents' flat. 12 storeys from the ground, no soil, no water, no fertilisers, no nothing but the grace of God.
And it grows. Straight out of concrete. Its roots manage to squeeze thru the cracks and come out the other side. Everytime we cut it down, it just keeps growing right back.
I guess it just goes to show that you can't cut life down.
But i digress.
A drunk poet once told me that you hurt because you still have it in your heart.
coming from singapore...fences and wires become a part of life i guess...consider them the OB markers :O
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