Tim found these old scans while coaxing his data back from a senile hard drive last week. There should be a word for the double emotion of reacquainting with old artefacts at times of stress–moving house, say, or begging your computer files to come back. Memories can mug you when you’re already raw and rushed.
These are accidental portraits of the buildings that were the city compass (and camera hogs, too). We looked for them whenever we surfaced from the subway or climbed onto a roof deck. We triangulated from them on bridges and in strange conference rooms, and steered by them in tug boats and canoes. The towers _were_ Downtown. More useful than True North, in the self-appointed center of the word.
Somewhere off Bay Ridge
Joe Sanchez watching from the deck of a houseboat under tow up the East River
Party on a SoHo roof
Wow! Great photo. Lovely subject. Off to my stalkers anonymous meeting now. Pant-pant-pant…
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Frank, you’ll have to work on the Anonymous bit… 😉
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I love that pic of the canoe off Bay Ridge. Lovely – dig or film?
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Film, I think–taken with a pocket-sized Olympus Stylus Epic.
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Wonderful. Goes to show sometimes – I fight with a Nikon D1X as a pro photographer to set up a pic like that, fussing around with a million different settings, you point and shoot with a pocket camera and deliver a prefefct pic. Thoughtful, erudite post, too.
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