I appreciate the encore of your earlier post … no matter how many times I see images from that time, it remains jarring to see the streets so empty. It appears that the pigeons didn’t get the memo about social distancing???
Yes, $10 USD and up. The area is one of the most expensive developments in the city, constructed over the Penn Station Train yard. $25Billion. Now one of the most expensive places to live as well.
Agreed! Quite eery. What's interesting for me is I didn't see it that way as it all was happening. Almost every day, I had a need to get out there to document the city. I figured there'd be hundreds of other photographers with the same idea to document during this one in a lifetime event.
As I was looking through the two years I was out photographing, I had amassed so many photographs that I've not even culled yet.
The structure is called "The Vessel." More information at the link.
With each day, those days are further from the present. Even with that, some of my vivid memories get dimmer. These photographs turns that dimmer way up and remember some of the thoughts and fears during those days. There were many days where I'd go out photographing, so have gotten so many photographs of the experiences. Documenting various aspects and resulting effects. Like how Broadway shows were affected --> https://photokenarts.substack.com/p/when-broadway-closed?r=357tl4
So much in your photo essays, the role of photographs as an essential tool of memory and the scars left from the Covid years. (Eidetic memory is a new term to me. I used to have a photographic memory when it came to words—I could see pages of them at will but I was terrified that one of my children would go missing and I’d be asked “What were they wearing?” When cameras were placed on phones, I began to keep visual diaries with deep gratitude for this new tool.) As far as Covid goes, I still can’t bring myself to return to New York because I can’t face how those years changed my birthplace and the place where I’ve always felt most alive. And by New York, I mean Queens because in my later life, I became an Outer Borough person.)
We will never forget. Your photography incredibly shows the difference of just how scary those times were.
I appreciate the encore of your earlier post … no matter how many times I see images from that time, it remains jarring to see the streets so empty. It appears that the pigeons didn’t get the memo about social distancing???
Somewhat creepy, not seeing anyone on the streets, but cool. What is that structure, just before the bull?
People pay to walk around inside the Vessel?
Yes, $10 USD and up. The area is one of the most expensive developments in the city, constructed over the Penn Station Train yard. $25Billion. Now one of the most expensive places to live as well.
It’s interesting, for sure.
Hi Darin,
Agreed! Quite eery. What's interesting for me is I didn't see it that way as it all was happening. Almost every day, I had a need to get out there to document the city. I figured there'd be hundreds of other photographers with the same idea to document during this one in a lifetime event.
As I was looking through the two years I was out photographing, I had amassed so many photographs that I've not even culled yet.
The structure is called "The Vessel." More information at the link.
https://www.vesselnyc.com
Cheers!
Devastating.
Yes indeed, Janet.
With each day, those days are further from the present. Even with that, some of my vivid memories get dimmer. These photographs turns that dimmer way up and remember some of the thoughts and fears during those days. There were many days where I'd go out photographing, so have gotten so many photographs of the experiences. Documenting various aspects and resulting effects. Like how Broadway shows were affected --> https://photokenarts.substack.com/p/when-broadway-closed?r=357tl4
Thanks for sharing your thoughts 🙏🏽
Cheers!
So much in your photo essays, the role of photographs as an essential tool of memory and the scars left from the Covid years. (Eidetic memory is a new term to me. I used to have a photographic memory when it came to words—I could see pages of them at will but I was terrified that one of my children would go missing and I’d be asked “What were they wearing?” When cameras were placed on phones, I began to keep visual diaries with deep gratitude for this new tool.) As far as Covid goes, I still can’t bring myself to return to New York because I can’t face how those years changed my birthplace and the place where I’ve always felt most alive. And by New York, I mean Queens because in my later life, I became an Outer Borough person.)