It feels like I walk a lot at home, until I come to Brooklyn were my son lives. Wandering the streets today it felt like I would never make it back to the apartment as the sun was fading behind the skyline. With not much time to myself, it wasn’t long until the light and my feet were both done for the day.
My camera, devoid of a playback screen, lends an air of nostalgia, akin to shooting on film—where the revelation of a captured moment unfolds only after the fact. In this case, a picture from earlier in the afternoon will do just fine.
