Matt Weber (Street photography), America, Urban Landscape

“On The Road”

So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey
and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the
people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the
children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and
shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens
all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides
the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found,
I think of Dean Moriarty… ©Jack Kerouac

Matt Weber (Street photography), America

“New Mexico” 1992

A few weeks ago during one of the winter’s many snowfalls, I left my boots outside in front of my door and someone complained. My boots bothered this person so much that an official complaint was issued to the management of my building. A rich person with absolutely no life, had nothing better to do than be annoyed by a pair of Timberland’s fouling up her view on the way to her apartment. How do I know it was a woman? I don’t, but I have a feeling that’s all. It’s enough to make one wonder if living life, out on the mesa with nobody else around, wouldn’t be a bad idea…

Do they have a Starbucks nearby?

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Matt Weber (Street photography), America, Cars & Buses, Kids & Teens

“Arizona-New Mexico” 1992

I’m not sure where I was when I came upon these kids. I took very few pictures of people on my cross country trip and wish I had been more aggressive in that dept…I was feeling like a stranger in a strange land, having never left New York for more than a few days. The negatives from this trip were sitting around collecting dust for the past nineteen years and I finally took them out a few weeks ago. Turns out that there were plenty of shots that were decent enough to scan and I suppose the trip was much more successful than I had thought. Maybe it’s just the passage of time which has a way of making certain pictures seem more special than they really are…

 

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“Monument Valley” 1992

I really found landscape photography boring, or I would have done a lot more of it. It’s like fairly obvious when something is beautiful and majestic. Then all one needs to do is back up a few more feet till everything is in the viewfinder, and then take a meter reading of something medium light, or medium dark and then assign “Zone 5” to it. Then hold your breath and release the shutter. One could even use a tripod if one were very serious…I think the first time I saw Marc Riboud’s exhibit at ICP back in the late ’80s I knew the work he had done was much more challenging, and the prints were so much more interesting. I had the good fortune to learn all the technical stuff from Ansel Adam’s how to books, but wanted to try and do what Riboud had done. I never got to the level where Marc or his predecessor Cartier-Bresson lived, but at least I didn’t bore myself to death trying to make pretty things look pretty…

 

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