View from the Smogranch with Daniel Milnor – This time, he’s in NYC
Here is another post from one of our fave photo writers, Daniel Milnor.
Not only an incredible photographer, his viewpoint has just the right amount of cynicism to suit us.
This time out, he’s in the Big Apple. While we were checking out gear, he was checking the streets.
I was in New York and I had some time to kill. The trade show raged, and I could only take so much. It seems the business is more about buying new things than it is about what comes out of the new thing. I needed air. Walking with no particular direction in mind.
A man with a gun over there, telling me I got to beware. A guy in a tunnel guarding a bag of money. â€œHey, can I shoot your picture?â€ A nod. One frame and I keep walking.
Iâ€™m not sure if this is about keeping someone in, or keeping the rest of us out, but this place is wired. Caffeine, spirit, razor. There is so much of it you donâ€™t even see it anymore.
Obama. Everything coated in stickers, one on top of the other, and then notes and jabbering on top of that. The Joker. It took some time to do this, and I love the idea of someone stopping, in the midst of whatever they were doing, and saying, â€œI think I need to write on that.â€
Another pop icon, but ten feet tall. The Meatpacking District. I canâ€™t believe how it has changed. Modernized, but also gentrified beyond recognition, which I think we call â€œprogress.â€ I guess it is the same â€œprogressâ€ that we consider subdivisions ninety miles from a city center with no pubic transport.
There are still traces of the old place, the old feel, but they are reduced each day. Tourists donâ€™t want to see blood on the street.
Speaking of street. If these babies could talk. Man, the history here is remarkable, and no matter how much we try to wrap the steel and concrete in the banner of today, that history is always there, bubbling. Perfectly chipped rectangles. Talk about blood. From all sorts of beasts.
The standard bird shot. I nail it just after I pass a guy peeing in a doorway. Itâ€™s odd how little pockets of the city are void of people during a work day. Just strange people and masses of birds eating unknown stuff.
â€œMind if I shoot your food?â€ â€œNo, go ahead.â€ One snap, move on. I can feel an odd little package of images builiding in my head. Not that I will ever do anything with them, but I need to make them. A cleansing if you will. Too congested with the business of photography and not enough of the practical application.
Even in the midst of the millions we are still alone, and there are places of quiet and solitude. Rain begins to fall, but the weather is hot. Iâ€™m sweating now, trying to stay dry, but already damp. I cram as much as I can into my shoulder bag. My camera fits in the palm of my hand.
I stop under an awning and watch as the clouds roll by.
Thanks again to Daniel Milnor.
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