Atomox
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I have a coffee shop I like. It's no longer on my way to work, but I love the people. And the beans. So I started adding 20 minutes to my commute, so I can maintain some old rituals, and visit Joe in Grand Central in the morning before work. It's an extra train, and an extra 15 minute walk, but it makes me happy. So I do it.
I'm walking out of Grand Central this morning, and I see this. This guy, with dead flowers in his hands. Completely torn down, smoking, seemingly defeated. Upon closer look, these might be feathers.
Who is this man?
What is he doing? I perched my coffee on the pavement, dragged out my camera, and took some shots. Sometimes I fail to get the subject from the front because it's difficult or I feel invasive, but here I wanted the mystery. I feel it was about his body language, and the sheer unanswered questions from this strange scene. This also isn't Black and White, but it's not selective color, either. I've been pulling down the vibrance and saturation to near-black and white, and letting the strong colors remain on their own. It's a cool compromise between Black and White, with some of the impact of color, which I'm really liking.
Anyway, one of the few day-light shots you'll see from me for a while.
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I have a coffee shop I like. It's no longer on my way to work, but I love the people. And the beans. So I started adding 20 minutes to my commute, so I can maintain some old rituals, and visit Joe in Grand Central in the morning before work. It's an extra train, and an extra 15 minute walk, but it makes me happy. So I do it.
I'm walking out of Grand Central this morning, and I see this. This guy, with dead flowers in his hands. Completely torn down, smoking, seemingly defeated. Upon closer look, these might be feathers.
Who is this man?
What is he doing? I perched my coffee on the pavement, dragged out my camera, and took some shots. Sometimes I fail to get the subject from the front because it's difficult or I feel invasive, but here I wanted the mystery. I feel it was about his body language, and the sheer unanswered questions from this strange scene. This also isn't Black and White, but it's not selective color, either. I've been pulling down the vibrance and saturation to near-black and white, and letting the strong colors remain on their own. It's a cool compromise between Black and White, with some of the impact of color, which I'm really liking.
Anyway, one of the few day-light shots you'll see from me for a while.