hope is a thing with wings
(jackson heights, queenz, ny)
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)
what remains on Junction Boulevard after the spring rains…pretty in pink.
part of the series “bicycles”
(jackson heights, queens, ny)
Y sin vicios. Ninguno? Ni siquiera una? That’s a tough one.
translation: “Room in apartment for super clean responsible person that works. Good hygiene habits, and no vices. Now available.”
from the series, “For Rent”
(jackson heights, queens, ny)
The beach. As interpreted by the borough of Queenz. Just because Walker Evans said I shouldn’t.
from the series, “Waterfront”
(long island city, queens, ny)
east coast of Gotham, as seen from the west coast of Queenz #3
both the cement, and the wooden, piers were equally crumbly and enticing.
from the series, “Waterfront”
(long island city, new york)
like Rita Sweeney, this sign is also gone. look before you cross, on foot or in two tons of steel, glass, and rubber. (I admit I do not understand the Bob Fosse-like jazz hands. Suggestions are welcome)
