Boliva Found Part 1

Last November I went to Bolivia for a couple weeks. It didn’t go that well for me but I did take some pictures. I lost the card they were on and didn’t find it again until six months later when I was cleaning out a backpack. 

More to come…

Breakdancer. Sucre, Bolivia. November, 2012. 

Getting used to 4x5 outside of ICP. Manhattan, New York. October 2012

Patrick in repose. Greenpoint, Brooklyn. October 2012.

Friday night in Greenpoint. Brooklyn, New York. October 2012

I walk by this every time I head to the L train, it’s a statue of Jerzy Popieluszko. He was a Catholic Priest who was murdered and later beatified. Twenty-nine years ago today his body was discovered on the bank of a river in Poland. 

From Wikipedia:

“A car accident was set up to kill Jerzy Popiełuszko on October 13, 1984, but he escaped it. The alternative plan was to kidnap him, and it was carried out on October 19, 1984. The priest was beaten and murdered by three Security Police officers. Then, his body was dumped into the Vistula Water Reservoir near Włocławek from where it was recovered on October 30, 1984.”

happy halloween. 

Exiting the 6. Manhattan, New York. October 2012

Wave Hill, New York. October 2012

Asleep on the Metro North. October 2012. 

Wythe Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn. 

“And if I tried

to give you something else,

something outside myself,

you would not know

that the worst of anyone

can be, finally,

an accident of hope”

― Anne Sexton

NYPD. Union Square. Manhattan. NY. Winter 2011.

AMSTERDAM 5/79 HORIZONT is scrawled in lovely chicken scratch across the yellowing onion skin sleeve of negatives…

All I know about these photographs is that four years before I was born my dad was touring Amsterdam with a lady and a Russian camera. 

Like father like son is the cliche. Is it true? I have a penchant for making panoramic images. Can something like that be passed down through DNA? The base desire to grab the whole scene as your eyes take it in, the entirety of what this wild world offers up.

I can’t know that. It’s something that science won’t be able to extract from me. I just have to follow my intuition and be content in the knowledge that before I was even an idea, beautiful photographs were being taken by a person who is now a piece of me. 

I have more of these old sleeves that I’ll share every once and awhile on here. Look out for that and see my dad’s other images here.