1972 it was a long time ago. The spring of my visual journey one camera two lens a new 105mm and a train trip to NYC. Early weekend day stroll to Staten Island Ferry for a ride over and back. Still a student, yet the seeds are planted the road mapped out. Fertilized with Woodstock, The Vietnam War and social consciousness. The Passionate observer was born.
Already shooting and seeing full frame the rectangle was new composition and visual statements began.
The first years there was so much to see yet being new I sometimes would not shoot for I had not learned the nuance of subtle confrontation. Perhaps this quality taught me to be selective to pre edit what I commented on? Editing isn’t done anymore just make 100 images and post them all good doesn’t matter it is now speed and greed. But I digress to the future 1001101010. This day trip yielded less than a roll of film yet now 38 years later I find almost a quarter of the images worthy of the print.
The women one the link above was immediately worthy of a print and shown for a class assignment. It was not a stolen image as I communicated to her with a gesture that I was going to shoot her a gesture in return and a moment was created. enjoy pjc
past the 140 character digital chains again but this is about the Seventies when there was a deep end to the gene pool. Reality/sarcasm/cynicism/optimism all in the blender to seek provoke communication. ART!
