to move up and down
notions bound in irony.
This is my public account of my private thoughts and works in photography.
Hand-carved detail on a guitar at the Met
Sculpture at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I could’ve spent my entire vacation wandering those halls…
I took a lot of photos of lights and architecture…
I do not take standard “vacation” photos, apparently.
Grand Central
Obligatory Statue of Liberty photo.
Ellis Island
“Remembrance at Freedom Tower”
The 9/11 Memorial was a humbling experience. New York City and noise are close kin — between the taxi horns, sirens, construction, and mass of people flooding the streets, even tranquil Central Park isn’t without this symphony of urban sound. Then, we stepped off the subway near the Financial District, and surfaced on the street next to the memorial itself.
We were met by silence.
I enjoyed the memorial as a whole, but I did not enjoy the people. I saw many families asking people to take photographs of them in front of one of the two fountains that stand in the footprints of where the Twin Towers used to stand. They were smiling and laughing and making jokes, and I thought it was very disrespectful. This was not the time to be taking sentimental family photos. I think the lack of any wreckage from the buildings themselves, and the clean-cut nature of the square we were standing in made people forget that we were all walking on the ground where many people had lost their lives, and where one day’s actions had changed the course of American history. This is one of three photos that I took, and I only feel comfortable posting this one. I would recommend that anyone who wants to see the memorial go and look for themselves.
“Toto, We’re Not In Manhattan Anymore…”
More NYPL
(The camera used wasn’t my standard SLR, so the quality’s a little lacking.)