I am a Dymond. My camera refracts. Photography is my passion.
The final post taken during my September 2015 trip to New York City. After an sunrise walk downtown (see previous post), I took the subway back to the hotel. The station had sculptures of little policemen all around the platform. It is hard to brighten up a subway stations, but these little guys sure did.
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Walking around Ludwigshafen center, I passed by the offices of the Rheinpfalz, the local newspaper. I saw this man reading the daily paper and it struck me as quaint. There was a time when many more people would have been stopping by to take a look and depending on the daily paper for news. Also, the angle struck me – while you can clearly tell this is a man, he is headless, with the paper covering his head. It stuck me in the moment.
Changing perspective is often key to a good photograph. Tourists take pictures every day in New York and at millions of other attractions around the world. As I stood in Times Square, I saw a number of photos being taken and thought that showing the group and the photographer would also be very New York. And with Woody taking the picture it was. I like how the people in the background are captured as well, one woman stopping to see what is going on, a man passing by uninterested. Even everyday events can be interesting.
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Continuing the afternoon in Zadar that the previous two pictures document, I turned from the street musician and walked further down the main road. Looking into an run down passageway at garbage cans, I saw these two mannequins. It struck me as incredibly odd that these were on display in such an out of the way location. For whom?
Times Square – fun, iconic, crowded, loud, rip off. It is a lot of things good and bad. I am fascinated by Times Square because of the transformation it has undergone over the past 30 years. I vividly remember my first time passing through times square, on a school trip. Times Square hadn’t been cleaned up and it was dirty, full of adult theaters, and sketchy characters on the streets. I remember thinking to myself, “where the heck are they taking us?”
