Scott Thomas runs a photography blog. I have always greatly admired Scott because he manages to take a great deal of photographs despite his environs. You see, I went to graduate school in his neck of the woods and I never considered there to be an awful lot of scenes worthy of pressing the shutter release. Oh, to be sure there is Ithaca with its amazing gorges. That is a location worth hauling your camera equipment out for. Too, there is Letchworth State Park. I have always wanted to go there with my gear. Once I do, it will be a much longer road trip. Okay, so there are some hot spots for photography in upstate New York. Still, I have always admired Scott because he religiously updates his blog at least once a week and has created a substantial online community. You can find his blog here at stphoto.wordpress.com. This month Scott has posted an assignment. He has asked everyone to post three favorite photographs (ones that they have taken) from 2011. In fully throwing my support behind Scott, I offer the photographs that I have tagged as my favorites.
Last night I decided to go down to the New Jersey Hudson River waterfront to watch the New York City skyline light up as the sunset. It was the most perfect evening to take photographs. The city skyline was crystal clear, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was moderate. The ensuing light display that nature and the concrete and glass jungle created did not disappoint.
Sometimes when finding a good photograph you just have to follow that silent inner voice that tells you in which direction to go. I found this shot tucked away in Tudor City, a historic section of New York City. This small statue and plant basin was resting in the center of a small, green metropolitan oasis.
Several weeks ago, I was winding up a day of walking the streets of New York City. It was a lackluster day, one which did not provide any meaningful photographic opportunities. However, just when I had given up at finding anything interesting, I walked down a street in the heart of SoHo, and voila! Just goes to show. One should never give up at finding anything interesting when they are walking the streets of New York City because those opportunities may just be a turn of a corner away. Although the composition is not particularly interesting, the bike cover was too unique to pass on snapping a few shots. It reminds me of a rasta reggae hat.
I love Harleys or, as they are affectionately called, Hogs. The reason I love them is not what you are probably thinking. I like quiet so I am not a fan of that trademark raspy, rumbling voice of theirs. In fact, I find it particularly obnoxious and so find myself covering my ears whenever they breeze past me . Nor do I yearn to feel the freedom of riding down country backroads with 500 plus pounds of steel between my legs and the wind in my face. No. I love Harley Davidsons because they are a slice of pure Americana and have their own place as an art form indigenous to the United States. Whether you are a motorcycle lover or not, you have to admire the detail, the passion, and the craftsmanship that go into making each Hog as unique as the rider that mounts it. They can be downright stunning. I found one such Harley at a small antique car show in a small town in New Jersey just begging to be photographed.