New York City Taxi 1989
A guy named Ted Croner took a picture of a NYC taxi back in the late ’40s which was blurred due to the cab’s speed and probably the slow film he was using. The picture is amazing. This one isn’t, but is the closest thing I can post as an homage to Croner…
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Subway “Self Titled” 2007
This might be the best subway picture that I’ve taken. Not because of the poster which of course is absurdly perfect. I had taken several shots of them and in one of the earlier images, they both were very aware of me and looked like they were uncomfortable. I really liked the composition though because of the way their arms were all over the place. By the time I took this frame, they had become oblivious to my persistent snapping and settled into a nice peaceful mood…This one is better.
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“The Met” 2010
I guess I feel like I’m intruding on “Beckerman Territory” but hey, Dave’s all caught up in his Paris work, and I’m unlikely to be visiting Paris anytime soon. Dave’s Paris portfolio is based on several trips he took there back in the ’90s before the French had become uptight about having their pictures taken…
It may be Dave’s Magnum Opus!
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“Helping Hands” Times SQ. 2009
The truth is that every time an old lady or anybody falls down in New York, instantly, several people are there on the spot trying to help out. I’ve seen it at least a dozen times and I never can be of assistance, because the old lady would have to fall in my lap to give me first crack at her. What I hate is when people from other places insult New Yorkers, without realizing how good we really are, when push comes to shove…
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“The City Game” 2005
If you’ve grown up in a city in the northeast, you remember what it’s like. Playing with someone else’s ball that’s worn so bad, strings are coming out of it. It’s cold out and you’re wearing a t-shirt and then someone lets a pass slip through their fingers. Now you have to wipe the yellow dog piss snow, or something a lot worse off the ball and you look for some newspaper. Fingers numb, starving, throat dry from no water fountains, you keep playing till all you have are those old greenish streetlights, barely making it possible, for you to know if you’ve hit your last jump shot…
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