Hudson River, summer 2010.
Hudson River.
We were flashing through Central Park, now completely transformed by the snow. It was as though we had plunged suddenly into mid-country peace, yet I knew that here, somewhere close by in the night, there was a zoo with its dangerous animals. The lions and tigers in heated cages, the bears asleep, the snakes coiled tightly underground. And there was also the reservoir of dark water, all covered by snow and by night, by snow-fall and night-fall, buried beneath black and white, grey mist and grey silence.
—Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
An Open To-Do List
I would add:
The Cloisters / Fort Tyron Park
Poetry readings (#shamelessselfpromotion)
And I know it’s not street photography, but I could see you doing really interesting things with acrobats on silks or trapeze.
This is a running list of neighborhoods / things I’d like to be photographing this summer, while I have my concentration on New York street photography.
Chinatown food markets
Brighton Beach / Sheepshead Bay
Bushwick buildings, structures and landscapes from above ground subway stations
The above ground Court Square 7 station
The Gowanus
Long exposures of lights in Times Square at night
The natives and locals of Bay Ridge
Occupy-ingI’ll keep updating this as I get more ideas.
I’d love thoughts or suggestions for other locations, areas, events, techniques, cameras, film… anything.
I’ve never seen my name under an organ before.
Call for Submissions: New York City Poets
Sweet poets,
No, Dear is inviting you* to submit your finest poems to our upcoming spring issue - #9.
For this one, the theme is: NINE. However you interpret this theme is up to you.
Submit up to three pages of poetry (no more than one poem per page) and include a brief bio and your neighborhood of residence. Send as a word doc or pdf attachment by March 15 to nodearmagazine@gmail.com.
*NYC-based poets only please. Please forward to all your NYC poet friends.
We look forward to reading your work,
Alex, Emily & guest editor Ekoko Omadeke
My name is Kelly Schomburg, I’m the girl with the red hair in these pictures. I was protesting at the Occupy Wall Street march yesterday when I and several other women were sprayed with mace and subsequently arrested. Many have already seen the video, which has been spreading like wildfire over twitter, Facebook, tumblr, and other video feeds, along with hundreds of other photos and videos. This is my recount of what happened.
almost all the way / w4m / 28 / A to Far Rockaway
Baby girl, you are shy.
I got on the A at 207 noticed you at 181
I was sitting you were standing by 168
I was certain you were glancing at me
at 145th you sat
(you: fitted button-up)
you didn’t seem too stalkerish
I had time to think about it all the way down
(me: not frowning, just intent
on our joint future)
at Chambers afraid you had got up to leave
but you were giving up your seat
and almost had a heart attack again at Metro-tech
when you started to move
only to settle in at Hoyt-Schermerhorn across the aisle
where you proceeded to give me the flirty eyeball all the way to Howard Beach!
I was too shy to continue.
But did you really need to go so far into Queens?
via Elsbeth Pancrazi
Actual Response to the Ad:
You stayed on the train, even though your stop was way before that for some guy, and you didn’t get up and say something to him? WOW!!! no wonder I am alone. man you are shy baby girl. enjoy my art.Attached artwork:
Things geese and I have in common: we like puddles.
Watching the walkers on the Highline.
