One belongs to New York instantly; one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years. ~ Thomas Wolfe
I usually associate habits with something I need to break.
Thankfully, documenting my everyday is one less habit to worry about… because I have no intention of breaking it. (Though I do need to work on eating less pastry treats when I stop for a cup of coffee.)
I was thinking about my habit as I walked through Williamsburg today; my little Sony C in hand. Why is it that I find the ordinary so intriguing; that I have to photograph nearly every detail that grabs my attention? I came to the conclusion that a large part of it has to do with loving New York and the neighbourhood in which I live – this city is always alive and evolving.
Another part of it is because I know I won’t live here forever.
Creating a chronological account of days is like looking over a series of the mind’s flashbacks: a smiling chef grilling seafood at the local street fair; a graffitied door covered with posters; seeing a sunburst through a tree’s branches; the panoramic views of Manhattan from across the East River; the bright green leaves of a fig tree against a home of red brick. I don’t want to forget any of it.
As I sit here, having come home from an afternoon out in the sun, a thunderstorm rumbles. The rain is pouring down. The weather seems to change as frequently as the neighbourhood’s street art.
I hope you enjoy Sunday in Williamsburg!
~Deck chairs: East-River side. Looking out over the Williamsburg Bridge and the One World Trade Center Tower, to the right.
A series of paste ups cover erratic graffiti.