An indication of the times: people don’t have to talk with each other if they can gaze at their smart devices
< img alt=" marvel women" src=" http://blog.filmfangear.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/14496155605_5c96d61a46.jpg" width=" 400"/ > Image by< a href= " http://www.flickr.com/photos/72098626@N00/14496155605" > Ed Yourdon This was taken on the corner of 9th Ave and 38th Street.
This kind of social habits seems to be pretty universal nowadays. I believed maybe it was something one would only see in the U.S. (and maybe just in New York City) … however I saw the exact same thing in Rome and Paris about a month back.
This set of pictures is based on a really easy concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a cam, and see what occurs. To prevent missing out on anything, stroll both sides of the street.
That’s all there is to it …
Obviously, if you wished to be more enthusiastic, you could likewise walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that’s more than I want to commit to at this moment, and I’ll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, in fact, there’s another little information: leave the pictures alone for a month– unedited, unblemished, and unviewed. By the time I actually concentrate on the very first of these “” every-block” pictures, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the close-by streets of the Upper West Side– plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in New York City where I traditionally take pictures. So I do not expect to be emotionally connected to any of the “” every-block” images, and hope that I’ll have the ability to make an unbiased selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the requirements that I’ve used to choose the little subset of every-block images that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. Initially, I’ll upload any photo that I think is “” terrific”,” and where I hope the response of my Flickr-friends will be, “” I have no concept when or where that image was taken, but it’s truly a terrific photo!””
. A second criterion involves place, and the third includes time. I’m hoping that I’ll take some photos that clearly say, “” This is New York!” “to anyone who takes a look at it. Certainly, specific landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I’m hoping that I’ll discover other, more unforeseen examples. I hope that I’ll have the ability to take some shots that will make a “” regional” audience say, “” Well, even if that’s not identifiable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I understand that that’s New york city!” “And there might be some photos where a “” non-local” viewer may say, “” I had no idea that there was just about anywhere in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/ magnificent.””
. As for the sense of time: I remember roaming around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, shops, restaurants, and company facilities– then casually looking at the pictures about 5 years later on, and being stunned by what does it cost? had changed. Bit by bit, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you’ve been around as long as I have, it’s even more amazing to return and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years earlier, and ask yourself, “” Was it actually like that back then? Seriously, did individuals truly wear bell-bottom jeans?””
. So, with the expectation that I’ll be taking a look at these every-block photos 5 or 10 years from now (and perhaps you will be, too), I’m going to be doing my best to record scenes that communicate the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or a minimum of at some point in the years of the 2010’s (I have no idea what we’re calling this years yet). Or perhaps they’ll just state to us, “” This is exactly what it was like a dozen years after 9-11″”
. Film posters are a minor example of such a time-specific image; I’ve already taken a bunch, and I do not know if I’ll eventually decide that they’re worth uploading. Women’s fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I’m certainly not a fashion professional, I thought that I’ll be able to look at some images 10 years from now and mutter to myself, “” Did we actually wear shirts like that? Did ladies truly wear those strange skirts that are brief in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?””
. Another example: I’m captivated by the interactions that people have with their mobile phones out on the street. It appears that everybody has one, which definitely wasn’t real a years ago; and it appears that everybody walks down the street with their eyes and their entire mindful attention riveted on this little box-like device, absolutely oblivious about anything else that may be going on (amongst other things, that makes it extremely simple for me to photo them without their even observing, particularly if they’ve likewise got earphones so they can pay attention to music or continue a phone discussion). But I cannot help wondering whether this type of social habits will seem unusual a years from now … especially if our cellular phones have ended up being so miniaturized that they’re integrated into the glasses we use, or implanted straight into our eyeballs.
Oh, one last thing: I’ve developed a customized Google Map to reveal the accurate information of each day’s photo-walk. I’ll be upgrading it every day, and the most current part of my every-block journey will be marked in red, to differentiate it from all of the older sectors of the journey, which will be revealed in blue. You can see the map, and peek at it each day to see where I have actually been, by clicking this link.
< a href=" https://email@example.com,-73.97842,14z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m2!6m1!4s214668828808758506375.0004dd55cfd57ad70dfe2 "rel=" nofollow" > URL connect to Ed’s every-block progress through Manhattan
If you have any ideas about places that I should certainly visit to get some great photos, or if you ‘d like me to photo you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me straight at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com.
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block …
Estacion 2 de Mayo, Lima
< img alt=" marvel women" src =" http://blog.filmfangear.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/3173214817_effb528c07.jpg" width =" 400"/ > Image by< a href =" http://www.flickr.com/photos/21678559@N06/3173214817" > Robert Cutts The second of May is an important day for
Peru and for Lima in specific. On that day in 1866 Peru celebrated triumph versus the Spanish in the so-called Battle of Callao. Callao is the port of Lima. While the battle was going on, my excellent grandfather, Henry Taylor– then 24– was in a medical facility bed in the City. What follows is from the journal he kept.
April 8th 1866.
Taken ill and the Business’s Doctor sent for to see me. On feeling my pulse and hearing of my symptoms he informed me I had fever and ordered me at when to the Lima Medical facility. Here the medical professionals informed me I was struggling with Typhus fever. I was insensible for about a week. Immediately on recuperating my awareness I sent out for the Girl Superior (bye the bye, the health center remains in the charge of the French Sis of Grace) and requested her to write a couple of lines to my Mom and inform her of my position. This she did with an obvious degree of satisfaction as she saw it would gratify me. She is a very fine woman, the widow of a French count of some note who died in the Crimean War. She informed me she had actually travelled a bargain in England and spent numerous months in Manchester and Salford.
April 28th 1866.
The spouse of the President of Peru checked out the Hospital today and presented every client (about 850) with one genuine (a 25-cent Peruvian coin) each.
May Second 1866.
The Spaniards have been threatening to bombard the primary ports of Chile and Peru for a long time past and today they are performing their threat as far as Callao is worried. We can hear every weapon and are questioning whether they will be successful in damaging the town. I myself am feeling rather anxious as I left my personal home at my Boarding House there not anticipating an attack so quickly as this.
May 4th 1866.
We have now 32 of the sufferers from Callao in our ward. The bulk of them were injured by a large bombshell tossed by the Spanish Admiral’s ship onto the beach near Santa Rosa Battery. The place is covered with little stones weighing from an ounce to two pounds each. The effects were afraid, proving oftentimes immediately fatal.
Two of the bad fellows passed away here today close in sight of the bed where I lay. It has actually been required to cut off the limbs of some of them. Only this early morning I was witness of the operation being carried out on 2 bad soldiers, mortification having actually threatened their legs.
May Fifth 1866.
Two more reached their last house today, one from the really next bed to my own– making the 4th who has actually died on it during my short stay here.
May 7th 1866.
The Physician pronounced me adequately recovered this early morning to leave the hospital and, weird as it may appear, I was unwilling to go. The scenes daily witnessed by every client because charitable and really noble institution are repugnant to the feelings of the most solidified and inhuman. Yet one gets accustomed to it, when one leaves, one makes sure to miss out on the early morning and evening check outs of the “Madre” (mother or matron) and her shrill boring voice repeating the threadbare prayer in Spanish.
The account makes one think that the Second of Might is a few days too early to celebrate the success.