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New York City: Skyline, Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan Bridge
It’s hard for me not to get emotional when I view New York City from certain vantage points. As the child of immigrant to the United States, I have always carried with me the weight of what these views represent.
My mother was born in Poland right before the start of World War II. The war hit Poland hard with most of its population sent off to concentration camps. Her family was split up due to a transgression involving my grandfather and a loaf of bread (or a pig, there are a host of different tales surrounding this moment in time). My grandfather ended up in a concentration camp and my grandmother and her two daughters ended up in a labor camp. The family spent a few years enduring torture and horrific circumstances in a variety of camps.
When the war was about to end, my grandfather heard a rumor that his concentration camp would be burned to the ground in a matter of weeks and with what I can only imagine to be no less than steel resolve, he and a couple of the other men in the camp spent a few weeks digging a hole under a fence in the camp to escape the camp.
I have played the tales I was told tearfully throughout the years over and over in my mind and it’s still hard for me to imagine the feeling that my grandfather must have felt when he came across the American Red Cross who must have seemed like a fantastical beacon of hope after years of what he had just endured.
The American Red Cross gave him a bicycle and a rough idea of where the rest of the remaining labor camps were. Severely malnourished and skeletal, he took what little energy he had left and rode that bicycle through the scattered remnants of camps clinging to the hope that he would find my grandmother.
And he did.
What are the chances of something like that?
I don’t know.
But I do know that my grandfather’s next steps were to use his former ties as a merchant marine to secure a way for the family to make it to the United States. It took a lot of negotiation but he was able to move my grandmother, my mother, and her sister to Detroit where many Eastern European war survivors were moving.
And so my mother, malnourished and traumatized at the tender age of 9 years old, started her life over in the United States in a community that did everything in their power to lavish food and love on those who made it out of the horrors of World War II into the open arms of the promised land of mid-twentieth century America.
She spent her teenage years watching Hollywood musicals* and longing for life in the Big Apple where anything seemed possible. And so, after she fell head over heels in love with my father at the tender age of 19 years old, they married and took the paltry amount of money they had and moved to New York City without looking back.
We would visit my Uncle Dan in Brooklyn Heights when I was little. He was an eccentric, larger-than-life figure who painted impressionist-style paintings of the Brooklyn and Manhattan waterfront since he had a near perfect view of the Brooklyn Bridge.
I would run to the window in his office when we visited, careful to not knock over his easel, and stare at the Brooklyn Bridge with saucer-like eyes.
My mother would come over and hold my hand. Her eyes would well-up with tears and we would stand there silently.
I knew that this view meant the world to her.
And it meant the world to me because I knew that just to be in front of the amalgam of her teenage desires, standing there years after everything she went through during the war, anything was possible for me,
in this city of dreams.
Taken yesterday from the 72nd floor of 4 World Trade Center with the A7. It’s a view of the Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, Manhattan, and Brooklyn from above.
*It’s my mother I have to thank for my steady diet of musicals growing up. In fact, my first passive NYC geography lesson was gleaned from the musical On the Town when Frank Sinatra, Gene Kelly and Jules Munshin sing: ” New York, New York, it’s a wonderful town. The Bronx is up but the Battery’s down”, part of a fabulously absurd yet fantastic musical sequence accompanied by great views of 1940s New York City.
Information about my New York City photography book which is releasing in stores and online in the autumn of 2014 (including where to order it):NY Through The Lens: A New York Coffee Table Book
New York at Night - Winter Cityscape
Winter can feel like an unforgiving season for outdoor photography. Daylight hours are short and the nights are often frigid and fraught with bitterly cold wind gusts.
When it comes to photographing urban landscapes, however, winter can be ideal. Summer months bring haze and humidity, which can limit visibility and give city-scapes a muddy look. In contrast, winter months are usually - …continue reading here…
This is my weekly blog post to PDN’s Emerging Photographer’s Blog.
New York City skyline, the Manhattan Bridge, and the Brooklyn Bridge.
And the lights were shining like stars:
rays poking themselves
out from the edge
dancing with the
In the distance
a distant star shined
brighter and brighter
as the night sky
whispered bedtime stories
in purple, hushed tones.
And the lights were shining
This is a view of the Empire State Building as seen from Brooklyn. The bridges in the immediate foreground is the Brooklyn Bridge and the other bridge is the lovely Manhattan Bridge. This is a 20 second long exposure taken with the Sony NEX-7. Sometimes there is nothing better than waiting for the lights to shine their brightest on summer nights while the shadows dance.
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New York City skyline, Manhattan Bridge, and Brooklyn Bridge.
It’s in the way light pours over the city as the day dances into the arms of the night…