More NYC BlogHer 10 Photowalk Pictures

The Break Dancer wasn’t the only thing I captured during Amie’s first annual (you hear that, Amie? Annual! I’m counting on it!) BlogHer Nighttime Photowalk. And, as promised, the rest of my favorites are here for your voyeuristic pleasure.

We begin, appropriately enough, with Kat — whose blog I would love to link to, so if you know who she is, leave me a comment — giving lessons before we ever left the hotel. Kat talks about photography like I talk about agriculture; with a light in her eye and a passion that’s unmistakeable. I loved watching her teach this particular woman — again whose blog I would love to link to, so leave me a comment if you know her — who was new to her camera, and I think photography above point and shoot as well.

Now, I know the other day I said that I didn’t like New York City and that I was happy to be home. And this is true. But I won’t lie, either. Once outside and walking it was hard not to admire the pulse of the city through the lens of my camera.

Or to get pulled into the mysteriousness that is the quiet little pockets tucked everywhere within that pulse. Pockets like this stairway. It was completely deserted, but as I crouched on the sidewalk above to snap this shot the sidewalk traffic whirled around me.

And then there were the people. I love candid photography perhaps more than any other kind. There’s something about freezing time with the click of a shutter. Something that sends an exhilarating rush through my very core. It’s a little taste of playing god, of recording history, of being able to tell a story as I see it… without a single word.

There were ugly things, like the trash that lined the sidewalks everywhere we went, begging to be made more beautiful. Who would I have been not to oblige?

There were street vendors selling t-shirts at two-thirty in the morning. In the city that truly never sleeps.

There were surprising little architectural touches that lent themselves perfectly to shooting.

There was a man on the other side of this grill who was terribly angry that I photographed his meat.

And as both morning and our hotel approached there was — if only for a moment — an eery quiet on what are normally deafeningly loud streets. There was a calm before a storm; a momentary pause in an otherwise rushed existence. And I froze it, preserved it, brought it home. Maybe, one day, it’ll convince me to go back; to give the city a second chance.

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