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It is often only in the overview of photographs when one realizes that at certain times, or on certain trips, the eye is drawn to specific colors or shapes. Shining plastic covered presents in Harlem on Mother's day, someone's graffiti on the lower east side, a cluster of flowers in Central Park.
At the Metropolitan Museum of Art glimpses of strangers, tourists marveling at the Old Masters until their eyes are sore and retire to the museum food court (the master of tourist-watching, see M. Parr).
Three tired girls sit in Washington Square Park, all with different lenses capturing different things. On to Panna II, an Indian restaurant fronted by yelling men trying to lure passerbys into their restaurant (not their neighbors). Ducking to the bathroom the ceiling is like melting lava. Trudge, trudge to the lower east side for tea and a charming all-night cafe. Looking up we wonder who lives in the apartments surrounding, who gets to look down every night on a faerie-lit scene.
At the Metropolitan Museum of Art glimpses of strangers, tourists marveling at the Old Masters until their eyes are sore and retire to the museum food court (the master of tourist-watching, see M. Parr).
Three tired girls sit in Washington Square Park, all with different lenses capturing different things. On to Panna II, an Indian restaurant fronted by yelling men trying to lure passerbys into their restaurant (not their neighbors). Ducking to the bathroom the ceiling is like melting lava. Trudge, trudge to the lower east side for tea and a charming all-night cafe. Looking up we wonder who lives in the apartments surrounding, who gets to look down every night on a faerie-lit scene.
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Each photograph is much more beautiful than the last. I adore your captures.
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