{"id":6260,"date":"2007-04-20T07:16:46","date_gmt":"2007-04-20T11:16:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6260"},"modified":"2022-10-12T16:57:20","modified_gmt":"2022-10-12T20:57:20","slug":"dusk-in-lower-manhattan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6260","title":{"rendered":"Dusk In Lower Manhattan"},"content":{"rendered":"

The streets seemed semi-deserted, and there were times when I could almost believe I was strolling around in 1910. It was a cloudy dusk, turning cloudy night, with smattering of rain …I later found myself in what amounts to a dungeon -and I took pictures there too – but that’ll be in the next post.<\/p>\n

For now … the beauty of a cloudy night in lower Manhattan. I was alone (during my walk anyway) but not lonely.<\/p>\n

This is the AT & T building and I just thought it looked spectacular. Like something out of Brazil<\/i> or Metropolis<\/i>.<\/p>\n

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\nStreet scene. Maybe it’s just my sensibility but I look at that and feel a deep ache of aesthetic satisfaction. It just has so much in it … it’s night, you can feel<\/i> the history of that street – and then just as an image … the huge windows, the dusk, the fire escapes crawling diagonally, the beam of the street lamp … Get ready, there are gonna be a million more like this one. It’s a photo where you could conceivably be in another century.<\/p>\n

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\nIt was getting a bit too dark to be shooting without a flash – hence the blurriness of this photo. A lot of these came out too blurry and I deleted most of them but this one for some reason appealed to me. Again, with the feeling of an early industrial city … it seems to be from another time.<\/p>\n

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\nAnd then. A near-death experience caught on camera.<\/p>\n

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\nAhhhh. I love to see mountain ranges, and forests, and crashing waves. But this is just as beautiful to me.<\/p>\n

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\nThis struck me as kind of eerie and poetic. It’s light – which means life – which means: “there are people behind this door” – but somehow this seems uninhabited … like maybe it’s an ALIEN behind the door, or something like that. Somethng alive but not quite human.<\/p>\n

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\nMore urban poetry. The glowing of lamps through windows. This is not a residential area – it’s a mix of industrial (old dusty fabric shops, garment stores) and cavernous art galleries, with 2 or 3 paintings hanging on otherwise empty walls. One side of the street is grimy, gritty (the ones I took above) and the other side gleams with stark whitness. Here’s a glimpse from the gritty side.<\/p>\n

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\nThe glare of this pirate totally stopped me in my tracks.<\/p>\n

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\nThis image was glued onto a battered service entrance-door. I have no idea what it is but I love it.<\/p>\n

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\nBasquiat? Is that you?<\/p>\n

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\nThe “clean” side of the street. Spectacular in its own way … staring calmly across the narrow road at the early 20th century garment district shops.<\/p>\n

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\nAs night fell, random lit windows gleamed. Like I said, this is not a residential area – so most of the windows were dark. The contrast struck me as so beautiful.<\/p>\n

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\nThis might be my favorite photo of the batch. It’s a lamp store – but with no signage, no Home Depot stamp, no corporate environment. This is a rough area. Completely functional. But poetic because of that.<\/p>\n

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\nYet another “ahhhh” view of the street.<\/p>\n

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\nAnd let’s end it with this guy. He called to me from his remote corner of the wall, in a gruff burbly voice, saying, “Hey. You wid da camera. Check me out, bitch!”<\/p>\n

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Next up? MY time in the dungeon … a space right out of “Silence of the Lambs”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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