Our assignment in Amy Arbus‘ class this week was to shoot someone being “timely”. I don’t think I did that well with the assignment but I did enjoy playing with what I managed to take. This is Abigail shaving lines into her friends eyebrows. Not a style when i was in high school but apparently it is now.
I have been feeling a little jammed up over my river photography. Nothing flowing, fighting with my equipment, unable to really see what is in front of me. Not having any problem shooting other places and spaces, just the river.
Two people, one dead and one living, suggested that I should go back to the beginning. Start shooting as if I had never shot the river before and walk where I had first walked. So, that’s what I did Monday. There were no great revelations, no instant “YES” moment but something shook loose. Things felt better, I felt better, more comfortable, more in the moment. Back to basic principles.
Those of you who have been kind enough to be with QH since the beginning will recall that very early on I found a piece of flotsam which I photographed and posted. I first saw it on February 16, 2011. This is the first picture I took of it. It is not the picture I used that day, which you can see here, because there was a piece of jetsam with it (now long gone) that I thought of equal importance.
Two days ago, June 3, 2013 – 2 years and 4 months later…it has lost its propeller and gained vegetation but not much else.
Mind you, the Hudson is an estuary down here so the water is salty, there are tides, hurricanes, blizzards and all sorts of other weather. At the pace this is going, this engine will still be there long after I am gone.
In another blast from the past…on February 1, 2012, I wrote about some unusual birds I had seen at Riverbank – post is here. I was not able to identify them but Carla did. They turned out to be monk parakeets aka Quaker parrots. Here is a view of a few members of the flock from 2/1/12.
On Monday…no flock, but…
I don’t know if this guy has been thrown off the island, got lost, or is an advance scout but he was singing up a storm.
Finally, just a few weeks ago on May 23rd, I showed you a picture of a goose family with their toddler goslings. They are teenagers now and have their learner’s permits.
“Never say good-bye because good-bye means going away, and going away means forgetting.” –
A day of goodbyes. So we wouldn’t have to get up at 4am to get to Putney by 9am we drove to Northampton and stayed with our friend Lindsay (Katherine’s high school roommate) last night. She is getting ready to sell her house and is not sure she wants to or is ready to say goodbye to it but she and her partner need more space. This allowed us 2.5 more hours of sleep, most of which we burned talking deep into the night but so it goes.
At 7:30 we headed off to Putney and Abigail. Stopped at The Putney Diner – a great little place for good food and local chatter – for a muffin and some coffee and arrived promptly at 9am. Spent the next four hours looking at people’s art (very good work if I do say so), visiting the barn, packing Abigail up, listening to spoken word poetry, and singing, but mainly watching teenagers alternately laughing while exchanging numbers and emails, and melting down, crying and hugging. Abigail’s friend, Anya explained post-Putney depression to everyone (It was her second year). We hear it lasts one to two weeks and you really can’t get into anything for a while. You see your old friends and try to pretend you are happy but you just want to be at Putney with your session 1 buddies.
“Friends are god’s way of apologizing to us for our families.”
What a great day. 9 comments on the blog! 8 were spam but still…
Didn’t make it to the river today but I did make it to Macy’s. As I was leaving I saw the police walking five kids (four girls and one guy) in handcuffs towards their van. The kids looked 15/16 years old to me and while the boy was looking all stoic and macho (while people could see him), the girls were a mess. The girls were handcuffed and chained together in classic prison movement style while the boy was handcuffed solo. The cops had the kid’s backpacks and purses as well as what looked like stolen merchandise as they led them on their mini “perp walk“.
When I came home and told Abigail and her friend, Maya, about it (they were studying for the Physics final tomorrow) Abigail said “there was a guy with them?” and Maya looked equally surprised at that and added “Shoplifting is stupid to begin with but Macy’s? They are huge, they must have cameras and security everywhere.” It was Abigail’s turn to agree.
Today was the first day that kids and teens were all over Riverbank Park. Between the 60 degree weather and the start of President Week break – man the hormones were flying. Lots of folks playing basketball and teams practicing for the baseball season as well.
Riverbank truly is a great park despite being built on a sewage plant. I love its Amphitheater.