back to my roots
When I was very young, I was given a camera. I was allowed to walk the neighborhood on my own and I would bring my camera along. The first shots I ever took are of the street sign where I grew up, the newsstand on the corner of Broadway and 83rd, the restaurants that lined Columbus and Amsterdam Avenues on the Upper West Side. It was the 70’s, people got “mugged” (not a term you hear anymore).
Quieted by the touch of a button, frozen in time for a brief moment. Drawn to strangers, the architecture, and what was familiar . I had the opportunity once again yesterday, and I felt a bit nostalgic. For the city (my city).