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hope is a thing with wings
(jackson heights, queenz, ny)
The road not taken
(spanish harlem, nyc)
Sunday morning: Bridal Veil Falls
(east village, nyc)
rebecca, tied to a wrought iron fence
(east village, nyc)
Sunday morning Lucky 7s: When is a subway not a subway?
(woodside, queens, ny)
From the lips of the Cunning Linguist.
(east village, nyc)
Sunday morning: Storm watch
(st. marks place, east village, nyc)
Waterfront hooker
Socrates Park
(long island city, queens, ny)
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Sunday morning : Used
(woodside, queens, ny)
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I live in a neighborhood of very recent immigrants, some legally, others undocumented. Makes for a lot of trying to fly under the radar and paranoia. This is the conversation I wound up having with a total stranger while I was taking this photograph. I’m assuming he worked in the building. I’m assuming he assumed I was a building inspector.
Man: What? What’s wrong?
Me: Nothing
Man: No, I don’t believe you. What’s wrong?
Me: I just like the way this looks.
Man: No.
Me: Yes, the parallel…
Man. No. Something’s wrong. What’s wrong?
Me: (audible sigh)
Man: No. You tell me. What’s wrong?
(jackson heights, queens, ny)
“The question is not what you look at, but what you see.” — Henry Thoreau - [Journal, 5 August 1851]