How I Managed to Take Pictures While in a NYC Street

I had to sit and think about taking pictures in a busy NYC street. Had it really come to this? Couldn’t I just composite myself into traffic? I sat on the corner and wrestled with the need to be an artist and the need to be safe.

Logic still spoke louder than my need to create. I was embarrassed… ashamed… unworthy of the title, “artist.” I mean, in front of me sat a perfectly good street with cars on it, lots of cars, fast cars, and yet, here I was, hesitant. There were boundaries to be pushed, dang it. The cars didn’t care if I was in the street, so why should I care that THEY were? Small children stood in those streets for pictures…very pregnant women wearing HEELS stood in those streets, babies… BABIES HAVE BEEN IN THE STREETS and yet, I still couldn’t shake the logical thoughts inside my head.

I knew there was only one way to silence the common sense that still clouded my mind and kept me from thinking clearly…

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And then…the wine kicked in. Things that had been confusing started to make sense. The world flipped inside out. Things I thought were bad ideas suddenly seemed more than fine. Things like…

*waiting a month to download your CF cards
*asking a stranger on the street to hold your purse and camera while you run inside to use the restroom
*teaching how to run a successful business without having one
*turkey bacon
*having a toddler cut your hair
*making meatloaf with dog food
*owning a pet alligator
*using Sharpie as eyeliner

And as I marveled at how silly I’d been for thinking otherwise, I began to inch my way into the street.

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And then, at the zenith of my joy…when all the world was right and anything seemed possible; a Honda made a left hand turn. A fast left hand turn. The kind of move you don’t expect, except you REALLY should, ’cause you’re in the middle of a flippin’ busy street and anything can and will happen.

And even as I heard him rev his engine and lay on his horn to honk at the moron standing in the road,  I dared to hope that the light from his headlights would cast a lovely yellow glow, backlighting my hair and making the danger that accompanies standing in the middle of a busy street all worthwhile. That it would result in an image filled with “oohs” and “ahhs” and fourteen million likes from people in countries I’ve never even heard of.

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Because for a few seconds, on a busy road in NYC, inches away from being hit by a car…

magic filled the air. xoxo

(disclaimer: Kids, do not try this at home. Or in the street. Or anywhere. Seriously. Don’t. Please and thank you. xoxo)

1 Comment on How I Managed to Take Pictures While in a NYC Street

  1. Love the honesty here. In those kinds of situations I tend to embrace the hesitation and eventually ride it like a wild stallion…but the wine dose help as well. Well, back to printing!

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