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Photography is a journey inwards. I look back at photos I have taken over the years and each photo has the ability to transport me back to the same set of emotions I was experiencing at the time.

I look at this photo and I remember standing on the Williamsburg Bridge with the brisk winter wind whipping past my face. The afternoon sun had moved behind a cover of bone-grey clouds and … continue reading here… 

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This is my weekly blog post to the  Emerging Photographer’s Blog.

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New York City - Williamsburg Bridge

Photography is a journey inwards. I look back at photos I have taken over the years and each photo has the ability to transport me back to the same set of emotions I was experiencing at the time.

I look at this photo and I remember standing on the Williamsburg Bridge with the brisk winter wind whipping past my face. The afternoon sun had moved behind a cover of bone-grey clouds and … continue reading here…

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This is my weekly blog post to the Emerging Photographer’s Blog.

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Enjoy!

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View “Willamsburg Bridge - New York City” in my photography portfolio here, email me, or ask for help.

Brooklyn - Williamsburg - South Side - New York City

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There are scenes that linger long in the back of the throat: moments stirred by the senses that mean everything in retrospect as their colors grow more vivid with every replay on the back of the eyelids at night before dreams take over.

I still remember the first time I saw this little stretch of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I had just moved down to the Lower East Side from upper Manhattan. As I walked over the Williamsburg Bridge for the first time armed with my little point and shoot camera and a new-found sense of wonder, I remember stopping in my tracks when I came across this repair shop. It’s one of the first things you see after walking across the Williamsburg Bridge. 

As I stood on the corner clumsily trying to capture the essence of the moment with the only tool I had at the time, I don’t think I even remotely imagined that I was in the beginning stages of a life-long love affair with photography. 

And so, when I came across this scene this past weekend, it was as if I took a time machine back to that point in time. Even though my life has changed so much since that first week of exploration across the bridge from my new neighborhood, hardly anything had changed with this corner. 

In a city that changes in the blink of an eye, some places linger a little longer than others. 

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Taken with the Sony NEX-7

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Brooklyn - Williamsburg - South Side - New York City

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There are scenes that linger long in the back of the throat: moments stirred by the senses that mean everything in retrospect as their colors grow more vivid with every replay on the back of the eyelids at night before dreams take over.

I still remember the first time I saw this little stretch of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I had just moved down to the Lower East Side from upper Manhattan. As I walked over the Williamsburg Bridge for the first time armed with my little point and shoot camera and a new-found sense of wonder, I remember stopping in my tracks when I came across this repair shop. It’s one of the first things you see after walking across the Williamsburg Bridge.

As I stood on the corner clumsily trying to capture the essence of the moment with the only tool I had at the time, I don’t think I even remotely imagined that I was in the beginning stages of a life-long love affair with photography.

And so, when I came across this scene this past weekend, it was as if I took a time machine back to that point in time. Even though my life has changed so much since that first week of exploration across the bridge from my new neighborhood, hardly anything had changed with this corner.

In a city that changes in the blink of an eye, some places linger a little longer than others.

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Taken with the Sony NEX-7

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View this photo larger and on black on my Google Plus page

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View “Brooklyn - Under the Williamsburg Bridge - New York City” in my photography portfolio here, email me, or ask for help.

Williamsburg Bridge and the skylines of Manhattan and Brooklyn at sunset.—-

Moments are vessels that contain: sparks, magic, effervescent happiness, lingering sadness, red-tinged anger, bittersweet joy all waiting to explode if and when that point in time is visited again.

There are moments that exist somewhere between the excited beat of the heart and a welled-up tear in the eye. They are the chills that run up the back of the neck and the small smile that can’t be contained when their memory is nudged by a sound, sight, scent, touch.

It’s the way the light was shining through the bridge as the boat pulled away under a sky blue with hope as the sun set and the lump in the throat subsided momentarily. It’s the way the water looked as it rocked the boat gently like a lullaby as it drifted away from the sunlight that poured its light onto the surface of the water. 

And it’s the way everything seemed pointless in comparison to the way the clouds gathered over the city: hopeful tufts of smoke emanating from the sun’s extinguishing fire…

—-This is a view of the Williamsburg Bridge and the Lower East Side as seen from a boat on the East River during sunset with the Sony A77. In the distance sits the skyline of Brooklyn in Dumbo and the Manhattan Bridge.


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Williamsburg Bridge and the skylines of Manhattan and Brooklyn at sunset.


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Moments are vessels that contain: sparks, magic, effervescent happiness, lingering sadness, red-tinged anger, bittersweet joy all waiting to explode if and when that point in time is visited again.

There are moments that exist somewhere between the excited beat of the heart and a welled-up tear in the eye. They are the chills that run up the back of the neck and the small smile that can’t be contained when their memory is nudged by a sound, sight, scent, touch.

It’s the way the light was shining through the bridge as the boat pulled away under a sky blue with hope as the sun set and the lump in the throat subsided momentarily. It’s the way the water looked as it rocked the boat gently like a lullaby as it drifted away from the sunlight that poured its light onto the surface of the water.

And it’s the way everything seemed pointless in comparison to the way the clouds gathered over the city: hopeful tufts of smoke emanating from the sun’s extinguishing fire…

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This is a view of the Williamsburg Bridge and the Lower East Side as seen from a boat on the East River during sunset with the Sony A77. In the distance sits the skyline of Brooklyn in Dumbo and the Manhattan Bridge.

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Williamsburg Bridge pedestrian walkway. New York City. I have been on a strange sort of journey lately when it comes to photography. And I have noticed a shift in my vision or rather a slight deepening of meaning that I am seeking when it comes to the imagery I have been consuming and capturing. I have been watching a tremendous amount of documentaries about photography and photographers trying to understand where my own peculiar sort of artistic unrest is originating from. I suspect the angst has to do with a visual tiredness and unease at the overwhelming amount of imagery that seems to be in circulation at any given moment online. I am pondering writing a series of essays on the rise of mass consumption and sharing and how it correlates to various trends in offline photography but the ideas are all still percolating. 

A series that really, really touched me though is called Contacts. I devoured all of Contacts: Volume 2 - The Revival of 
Contemporary Photography  and Contacts: Volume 3: Conceptual Photography over the course of two nights.  It’s a collection of tiny vignettes that explore different photographer’s contact sheets and/or body of work while they explain or talk about their work. I think I have watched the vignette of Sarah Moon’s work set to her stream-of-consciousness description of her own inward photographic journey over a dozen times at this point (it even ended up on my "Scenes that have stuck to my ribs and clung to my heart" playlist on Youtube: the ultimate testament to it becoming a part of my consciousness permanently ;) ). 

When I first watched it and listened, I could barely stop the tears from flowing because it was absolutely perfect (and even that would be an understatement): 

Contacts: Volume 2 - Sarah Moon

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I had an entirely different set of thoughts I wanted to include with this image of the Williamsburg Bridge (taken with the trusty Sony A99) but I seem to have veered in a different direction perhaps because all of this has been on my mind for weeks. And that’s fine, now that I think of it, because in some ways, there couldn’t be a more fitting recent image to accompany this post.

“Time goes by. Light falls. I lose confidence. I don’t want to be a photographer anymore…

Then, all of a sudden, but not always, something changes, I can’t say why, maybe I’m just in the right place at the right time, or maybe I believe in it. 


However, for a split second, I see a sparkle of beauty passing by, everything goes so quickly now within that stillness, and I’m carried away, and at last I like what I see, and I can’t stop finding it, then losing it, and all day long I keep on, because it once existed.” - Sarah Moon


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Williamsburg Bridge pedestrian walkway. New York City.


I have been on a strange sort of journey lately when it comes to photography. And I have noticed a shift in my vision or rather a slight deepening of meaning that I am seeking when it comes to the imagery I have been consuming and capturing. I have been watching a tremendous amount of documentaries about photography and photographers trying to understand where my own peculiar sort of artistic unrest is originating from. I suspect the angst has to do with a visual tiredness and unease at the overwhelming amount of imagery that seems to be in circulation at any given moment online. I am pondering writing a series of essays on the rise of mass consumption and sharing and how it correlates to various trends in offline photography but the ideas are all still percolating.

A series that really, really touched me though is called Contacts. I devoured all of Contacts: Volume 2 - The Revival of Contemporary Photography and Contacts: Volume 3: Conceptual Photography over the course of two nights. It’s a collection of tiny vignettes that explore different photographer’s contact sheets and/or body of work while they explain or talk about their work. I think I have watched the vignette of Sarah Moon’s work set to her stream-of-consciousness description of her own inward photographic journey over a dozen times at this point (it even ended up on my "Scenes that have stuck to my ribs and clung to my heart" playlist on Youtube: the ultimate testament to it becoming a part of my consciousness permanently ;) ).

When I first watched it and listened, I could barely stop the tears from flowing because it was absolutely perfect (and even that would be an understatement):

Contacts: Volume 2 - Sarah Moon

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I had an entirely different set of thoughts I wanted to include with this image of the Williamsburg Bridge (taken with the trusty Sony A99) but I seem to have veered in a different direction perhaps because all of this has been on my mind for weeks. And that’s fine, now that I think of it, because in some ways, there couldn’t be a more fitting recent image to accompany this post.

“Time goes by. Light falls. I lose confidence. I don’t want to be a photographer anymore…

Then, all of a sudden, but not always, something changes, I can’t say why, maybe I’m just in the right place at the right time, or maybe I believe in it.

However, for a split second, I see a sparkle of beauty passing by, everything goes so quickly now within that stillness, and I’m carried away, and at last I like what I see, and I can’t stop finding it, then losing it, and all day long I keep on, because it once existed.” - Sarah Moon

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View “Willamsburg Bridge - New York City” in my photography portfolio here, email me, or ask for help.