Archive for November 13th, 2024
Archives #028
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator will admit to feeling nostalgic about my beloved creek, back at the undefended border of Brooklyn and Queens. I miss a lot of things about New York, it should be mentioned. Notably it’s the style of life which was normative due to my long habitation of NYC, but my longings always omit the omnipresent piles of blood, scabs, and hair. It also shies away from reminiscences of the smears of dog excrement, and those vomit puddles adorning the curbs which also float the litter. I also haven’t seen anyone ‘bleeding out’ in close to two years now. Imagine that?
This November 13th post in 2018 visited Maspeth Creek in the middle of the night. I was focused in tightly on night shooting at this point, and the shot above was captured while taking quite a risk.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Back in Astoria, our crib had a terraced and covered outdoor space which allowed me to be outside a lot, and observe the milieu from about twenty feet over the sidewalk. There was a catering hall across the street which hosted all sorts of events.
One night, there was some kind of teen dance thing going on there, and most of the kids in attendance were East Asian. My guess is that they were Korean, but that’s a guess. The doors of the catering hall suddenly blew open, and all the kids spilled into the street. They started fighting. They were popping the rear view mirrors off of parked cars to throw at each other, and one of them yanked the two wooden poles supporting a newly planted tree out of the soil. The kid wielded them like Bo sticks, fighting off two other kids. Kung fu style kicks were thrown and a general Donnybrook was under way. That’s until a Toyota Land Cruiser full of their Moms arrived. The fight ended immediately and the kids adopted a particular pose of submission in response to this recently arrived ‘greater authority.’ This was just one of literally dozens of such occurrences which would manifest under my very nose.
These days, I’m psyched if I see a deer in my yard.
In 2019, November 13th came along when I was recovering from a smashed and broken toe, and archives shots were offered from the library. In this case it was a series of experimental macro shots of fruits.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned previously, your humble narrator seems to be on the mend. Physical Therapy started shortly after the cast holding my broken ankle together was removed, and I’m following the program laid out – including the ‘at home’ exercises and stretches which I’ve been assigned. I’m getting my strength back, and have gradually been reassuming my daily round of mundane tasks. Hey – two weeks ago, the victory moment was consistently being able to pee while standing up, so…
Finally, shots from a visit to LIC’s Montauk Cutoff one afternoon were published on 2020’s November 13th, in the post ‘organic metabolism.’
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