Washington Square Park – Photogeek Blog

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.

Hotter than Hell

Opinion, Street Photography, Summertime, Theory

My Father always had a way, no matter how dumb it sounded or quickly rebuked by science or common sense, of sounding convincing, almost as if he had inside information from a secret source. One of his unusually bothersome rants was about how global warming and climate change were a hoax created by Democrats to push forward a hippie-based belief and agenda—knowing how to avoid endless fighting and being forced to hear my Father’s Fox News-inspired talking points. My wife and I would roll our eyes and write it off as the price of a good meal. Years later, and more than two since we last spoke. I sometimes wonder what he thinks about the extreme weather and politics he often injected into our conversations. When I do think of it, I feel better off not knowing. There are opinions, opinions of truth, and the actual truth. Why should I care what the other guy thinks?

Show Me Your Ink

Street Photography

As I passed the fountain in Washington Square Park. My attention turned to a Father playing with his daughters. While the young man’s tough, street wise look wouldn’t merit him as a poster boy for Fatherhood. His loving, protective manner with his girls was, to say the very least, moving. As he began to turn towards me. I began to notice the tattoo on his forearm. Being that I had just been complaining how, if I had known twenty years ago that tattoos would become so common and flat out random. I might have never gotten any. And while I still can’t fake any interest when a friend asks me “Want to see my new tat?” I can certainly appreciate a good one when I see it.