Yesterday I went into New York to set things up for my weekend "Digital Platinum" workshop at The Penumbra Foundation. I also got to spend most of a very chilly afternoon shooting in color around midtown. Not for the first time I was struck by the density of street advertising in the city. In the next posts advertisements will either be front and center, or as here, unavoidable side features of just about anywhere you look at in NYC.
For many years it was a bicycle store, but when that closed the space seemed to have a run of bad luck, with this mattress outlet being the latest in a series of businesses to open and quickly fail. It seems strange because the town is having quite a bit of a revival with a thriving arts scene and urban renewal and there's no reason to think this is a bad retail location.
Sometimes I see something that might make a picture, and as I frame the shot I either hear or peripherally see something about to happen that will make the scene more dynamic. The structure that channels the Naugatuck River through Torrington, the heavy winter light, the graffiti and the snow are all interesting, but the blue car rolling through changes it all.
Twenty-five milliliters of freshly mixed platinum solution. I'm printing a new set of small Pt/Pd prints from a picture series made over the past couple months in forest parks and preserves here in Connecticut.
Also, I'll be teaching my "digital platinum" workshop this coming weekend at The Penumbra Foundation in NYC—I understand there are a couple places left.
Here are iPhone snaps of this morning's four prints in the clearing baths.
This is along the frontage of a building that is being gutted and refurbished. Signs in the windows say it will be up and going as a new incarnation this spring or summer, which I doubt. Meanwhile, I would guess they're holding a place for a very large dumpster to be delivered, even though this was seen on a Saturday afternoon.
The name is a little strange because the place is most definitely not in the middle of "towne"—which is about half a mile away from this mainly residential neighborhood. Well, residential and the giant electric/gas utility complex.
Winter in a small Connecticut city is less about pretty white powdery snow and more about slippery sidewalks and piled up salted sand that rots out cars and trucks long before they succumb to drivetrain failure.
Somehow I find it hard to believe that this rig is truly stable and roadworthy. But then, this state doesn't have regular safety/road-fitness vehicle inspections, only emission standards tests. Of course if there were regular safety inspections I expect the owner would simply take the truck in without its outsized accessory.
Ironic side point—the state does insist on inspecting cars brought in from another state. So the ludicrous situation was that all those decades ago, when we'd been living in Pennsylvania for a while, where all cars and trucks had to be inspected every six months, we had to have our cars inspected by the state police to register them, even though cars in-state are never inspected. Bureaucracy reasons in strange ways.
When Interstate 84 was built it cut right through the center of town, elevated high above the city streets. There are lots of concrete walls and structures supporting the elevated highway, and they see lots of action from taggers.