Street Photography in Washington, DC

It was our first visit to Washington, DC, via train, which was a great idea considering finding a parking spot is nearly impossible. Being that tourists and locals make for a steady crowd of people looking to spend any and all disposable income while feeding themselves with countless unhealthy spirits. Any food truck looking to profit from such weaknesses are wise to provide. Unfirtunately, for this photographer. The only opportunity to capture the hardworking self-made entrepreneurs is when they’re setting up, closing or extending their arm to deliver the goods. On this day, I honor this hard working man as he took a break to enjoy the view and enjoy the fresh air.

Shooting from the Hip.

As I’ve mentioned, my recent interest in streep photography and YouTube binge watching has got me exploring has got me revisiting old habits and practising age-old techniques that I’ve never quite utilized in my own domain. While in PA.’sIntercourse Village. I made my first ever attempt at shooting from the hip. Not wanting to catch the ire of the gentleman standing outside the restroom, or, for that matter, any passerbyers who might deam me a weirdo with a bathroom fetish. In the end, I’m happy with the results. Giving myself a chorus of approval going forward. Not bad for a rookie.

A Possible Return to Street Photography.

Having been stuck working from home due to winter temperatures that have me craving the Spring, where I can return to shorts and legs whiter than milk. I’ve turned to binge-watching a You Tube channel that spotlights street photographers and their daily practices. Thus returning me to my humble, yet care free days of roaming the streets of New York City and New Jersey with no goals, other than taking a few memorable shot. While Union Square and Washington Square Park always provided inspiration. A trip of the subway to nearby Brooklyn and Coney Island added adventure to the map. As I revisit countless images found on discs found in our storage unit. I return to an era when street photography dominated my journeys and everday exchanges. While being older and living in an area where it takes a quarter mile walk to explore the real come and go of the human race. I can’t help see myself roaming the streets, hungry for inspiration.Perhaps warmer days will inspire such interactions and adventures.

Winter Wonderland.

Pancakes, a cold-cut fit for a king, and a homemade lasagna served with a rarely enjoyed craft soda. These are just a few of the bright moments of my Christmas. I hope you are enjoying the holidays with all the fixings while counting down the days to a new year. Happy Holidays and a bright New Year.

Back to Basics.

Last night I had a dream I had gone back to work as a portrait photographer. As of late, I’ve often thought about the idea, and what I might do differently and how I’d approach each subject personally and in attaining the shot. Perhaps with more knowledge or proper lighting and more confidence. All these years later, I find myself drawn to the image by the same traits. The eyes, expression and possibly what lies beneath. All these years later. Portraiture remains my passion. I hope that if I ever return to it. I’ll skip the nervous knots that often accompanied my sessions and just enjoy the moment.

Cold Nights, Cool Lights.

As Winter rolls in. The nights are coming earlier, while the temperatures are dropping like flies. With the arrival of freezing cold weather. It’s getting harder and harder to convince myself to bundle up in layers that once applied, have taken away most of the energy needed for such outings. However, last week, with my wife visiting family in Tokyo and the temperature at a steady 36 degrees. I left home twice with camera, tripod and a few other essentials to have a little fun on the dark, cold evening. When evaluating those moments. Armed with a sense of confidence that I packed everything I would need and the patience I often lack to properly set up the shot I wanted to capture by closely following certain rules regarding photographing under more challenging circumstances. I returned home knowing I achieved my goal without the burden of second guessing.

Adventures in Photography

In 1997, I embarked on taking photographs for my first ever portfolio. With little knowledge and beautiful women from all over the world entering the lair of the east village record store I worked nights at. In the short time I worked there. I met the world and built many lasting friendships. Before long, I had people from nearby universities to visitors from France, Germany, Italy, Croatia and countries in Africa, Asia and South America guaranteeing my portfolio would be deep and diverse. Most of what I shot was in the East Village and my Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood. The image below was taken at Pier 84 on the Hudson River. A beautiful woman from the lower east side. I made a lot of mistakes back then and still today. However, I try to learn from them without being so hard on myself.

Along the Way.

While heading to Georgetown Waterfront Park on the Potomac River. I stopped to take this image, as I imagined the potential for moody shadows and depth. There were two birds, one on each side of the columns, that divided the pathway. While I managed to take several images that captured the mood I was going for. The one below, with the bird stood out to me.