California

Many places and people that I met while on a self-supported tandem bicycle tour with my wife stand out to me. Many occurrences and flukes also.  on my trip to California where my wife and I rode 1773 miles from Crescent City California just a few minutes drive from the Oregon border to the Mexican border at Chula Vista CA  the thing that really stood out and made an impression was the California State Park debacle .

There are hundreds of beautiful state parks that pepper California, with 1000’s of campsites on them. We found our selves on dozens of them over our 4 weeks on the road.

The dilemma is that over 70 of these gorgeous state recreation areas and State Parks are under the threat of being closed. The term “closed” means what will likely happen as with so many other things lately is that the parks will actually be privatized. An individual or a corporation will buy the land. Some of these people will preserve the space to keep it exactly as they are now. Others will convert them into something else. This disrupts the area tremendously of course. Both the flora and the fauna are affected. The human cost can be several fold. One aspect is the amount of jobs that can be lost. The communities surrounded by the parks often are dependent on the income brought in by the campers and their families.

Another aspect if a park is bought and then “closed temporarily” which can take years, is that there will be many young and old people that never have a chance to experience the wonder of being in nature. My time as a child being in the great outdoors with my family tend to be some of the best memories I have of my childhood which was chaotic to say the least. The woods and a riverbed were always a place of peace and a place where it seemed like all the pieces fit together and made sense.

The idea that other kids and their families may not be able to have the same experience seems criminal. It seems more important than ever that kids and their parents can have time in the woods or in true natural environments so that we don’t lose this ever important connection with the earth.

California is almost completely bankrupt due to frivolous spending at the Capitol in Sacramento and throughout other myopic financial choices.  Now the entire state and tourists will suffer.

The unemployment rate in California as I’m writing this s now 10.7% and will surely increase. The homeless rate is high and will also be sure to grow. By closing these parks we will add to the daunting number of these two statistics and countless other ramifications. I’m glad to have these images to show, in the hopes that it may encourage others to head out west.

Some people I saw in India

The people I saw in India might not have been the people you saw in India, or the people your friends saw in India. I want to believe that these were the people of MY trip to India. Special. Individual, and all mine. Experientially.

 I was struck by their kindness. The complete honest feeling I got from 99% of the people I met and came across. These are good hearted and warm people. In the chaotic struggle of survival that is India, their spirit seemed unbroken.

When my wife was speaking about Bollywood movies to some young girls and she was asked what her favorite movie was my wife replied “Life in a Metro”, a movie that the girls said they didn’t like because it was too “realistic". Bollywood makes more sense to me now having seen the cities and villages of India; you want to escape your reality for a minute, or maybe for 5 hours. Whichever comes first.

I saw the largest slum in all of Asia. Larger than the population of New York City. The train tracks split right through the middle of it. There were human beings stitched into every fiber of the filthy cardboard, wood, metal, plastic tarp encampment. It went on for miles and miles along the train tracks. I hung cautiously out of the train will all the other young men trying to get fresher air and to see the landscape, or a passing friend. I wondered if the boys dangling from the train were at all concerned with their lives or more to the point with the loss of their own lives.

The value of a human life seemed puzzling to me. Are the Hindus content with this life as it is? Do they make no attempt to change it because they believe in reincarnation and are they just merely awaiting the next life? Are they galvanized by their living conditions and feel powerless about changing their country? These were some thoughts that would swirl around my head.

What really left the strongest impression on me was not the piles of burning plastic bags and bottles or the smell of the river at low tide, or even the site of unsupervised infants left to their own devices in a mass of trash and feces.

What left the strongest impression was the spirit of the people in the city and slums. They were not dejected. They were smiling and going about their lives the best way that they knew how under the circumstances.

All things considered my time in India was a whirlwind of emotions and inexplicable feelings that even now as I write this are very difficult to describe. However, the people left and indelible impression on me that I would like to share with others that I know.

I hope to be able to convey a fraction of that with these photos.

Nina

Nina approached me for an interview for her blog NYthology. She is a journalist who works for CNN. Her blog which she operates witha friend is about cool New Yorkers doing cool things. She used to work for NY1 and missed the field work of meeting New Yorkers and hearing their stories.

The Outlaw Bobby Steele

This is the Outlaw. He was at a demonstration for Occupy at Union Square. He told me he was a wall street stock broker and day trader for 30 years.  When he retired several years ago he spent one year getting his face tattooed. He didnt give me a reason why other than he always wanted to do it. 

Kent

This is Kent. He is a 21 year old artist living on the street. I met him on 33rd street near Madison. He graduated from the Highschool of Art and Design on 57th and 2nd ave. He was living partially in Connecticut also. He was selling his drawings for $10 and $20 depending on the size. I didn't photograph the drawings .

Marie and Drew

Marie is one of my wife's high school friends. We recently held a baby shower for her and she let me photograph her and her belly.

Shane

I came across Shane in the Grand Street Settlement Housing Project in the lower east side. Shane told me he was born and raised in midtown Manhattan. 33rd and 1st ave. He hadn't slept in 5 days. Hadn't eaten in 3. He hadn't had a fix in 6 hours. He started crying because he said he lost his dog and his girlfriend was going to kill him. 

Cam and Roger

These two men are San Francisco friends from my old bike shop. Nomad Cyclery. Their stories are very different. Roger the one in the chair is a Pennsylvania Quaker who came to SF in the 6os and was a leather worker who mad bike saddles and eventually bought Nomad. Cam is a SF native, Vietman vet with shrapnel in his leg from a morter round. These guys amaze me because in their 60's and 70's they still do 75 mile bike rides on the weekends. They also make me laugh alot.

Headshot client

When shooting people for headshots or portraits, especially actors I try to loosen them up. Actors more than most people really get in their heads about how they look and how they are being perceived. I remind them that they should be playful and that we will get to a more real, or natural state. Which is what we are ultimately what we are striving for. To capture a real moment in time.

Manhattan Men

On my way to meet Carol Warner my photography and new media professor at SUNY I saw these two men. They were both approximately 45. One Black the other White or Latino. They must have a story to tell. There was something about the way they were so close together. Like lovers or family. Im sure allegiances need to be formed to survive the streets.