Ready to leave after taking my last shot, I turned around and saw another moment. My friend was standing at the summit of the rocks, looking onward, cloaked in a shadow. He also recently acquired a hat that I believe is a Cordobés hat, which really makes the photo feel like a Clint Eastwood/Man with No Name/High Plains Drifter, mysterious type of mood.
Captured this shot this past Saturday night. After celebrating a birthday party at the Whiskey Brooklyn, my friend and I went on a buzzed walk and visited the East River. I navigated near the water, and snapped this picture… Wait a second, I made the setup sound easy. Low tide was in effect. The rocks were slippery as hell, covered in sea moss— I was wearing cowboy boots complete with leather soles. Did I mention that I was buzzed?
Yet, this is another reason why I love photography. You can capture everything you’ve experienced, during the time period in which a picture was taken, and lock them into your memory. When you end up viewing that photo later on, it will feel like it was just yesterday that those experiences happened.
They called it the Grom and it will be for sale.
Would buy for my girl. Then would ride it everywhere.
This = ultimate commuter bike. May consider purchasing once my daily rat bike craps out (if it ever does).