I have been going through almost all of my 2011 photographs of The Hudson, doing a major reconsideration of the work. This is one of the most problematic images for me. I really like it but something feels just off or missed about it. What makes that interesting to me is that for most of the images, my feelings have changed. Strengthened, undergone revision positively or negatively, the reasoning behind my feelings, my view of the technical work versus the emotional, but this one…100% unchanged
I met with a new client tonight. She lives in Trumpland around West 70th St and the Hudson. After finishing up I decided to walk along the river and get some night shots. It is a pretty night, warmish but with wind. Without a tripod, avoiding camera shake was problematic but I think I came up with a few good images. Before I left though I followed the mantra…(and this is the only “rule” I never break)… I looked down, I looked around, I looked behind me and I looked up.
Lo and behold.
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa’s cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to Felina I go.
The Challenge: Descent
I had decided to leave the challenge alone but as a friend said to me: Damn you like looking down, don’t you. Yup, I do. I like looking up too.
Election Day tomorrow in the States and who knows to what depths we may have descended by Wednesday?
I thought a National Park would be appropriate. Can you see the people descending “The Bright Angel Trail”?