I took this picture through the fence at Coney Island during the off season. There is fine texture on the fence post and links of the fence in the foreground, while the chain link fence as a whole, overlays a regular, course pattern on the scene. In optical terms, the photograph captures a wide range of […]
Below is a self portrait I took at the New York Port Authority Bus Terminal, sometime at the beginning of this century. I was probably on my way to see my parents. The photo evokes nostalgia of that time but other memories crowd their way into my consciousness. During the early 1970s I used to wait […]
I don’t know the vintage of the manhole cover pictured below. I took the picture in Brooklyn in early 1991.
Did you know that the Brooklyn Bridge has windows? I had almost forgotten this until I found the photo below while offloading some pictures from my computer. When I briefly lived in Brooklyn, I commuted to my workplace in Manhattan. I took the photo below on one of my drives home (as a passenger). We were on the approach […]
There were days, long ago, when many people believed the sentiment in the sign above the nightclub, pictured below. I’m not talking about noise. I mean the thought that someone would write a congressman to expect a solution to a problem. That thought, more than 25 years later is laughable.
Grand Army Plaza, pictured yesterday, wasn’t the only attraction at Brooklyn Day in 1990. I found a section where girls were jumping rope. One of the photos in the background must have been a famous jump roper from the past. I didn’t recognize her, but I enjoyed the feelings of the old times in Brooklyn. It […]
I love the atmospherics of the photograph below. I took it early in 1990 when I was in a car pool commuting from Brooklyn to New York, where I worked. I used to leaf through books of New York City photographs taken by the old masters and pined for the times that they depicted. Some of […]
I took two photographs of the Pan Am building from my apartment, back in the late 1980s. A superposition of the two shots would not preserve the features of the skyline in daylight, so I offset one image from he other.
Yesterday I mentioned that subways below ground are devoid of color, while above ground, the full visible spectrum dominates. I’m not certain whether my photo below is the exception to this rule or if all of Brooklyn is black and white.
Underground passageways have been a theme of my dreams since childhood. One source of this dream content (in addition to the contribution of general psychological factors) could be a trip to see the Yankees at Yankee Stadium with my dad when I was a kid. We saw Mickey Mantel, Yogi Berra, Roger Maris and company play. They […]