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Facing the Sun
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We took a walk to the market today. It was a beautiful day in NYC as it was 67°. The breeze was the perfect touch for today's warmer climate. As we walked, I saw this make facing the sun. "He's not wearing a mask!" I thought. To be honest, I'm not surprised. The cotton masks we have been wearing are no longer feeling comfortable anymore as the weather is getting warmer. As we kept getting closer, I noticed that his mask was in his left hand. A sense of reliefe came over me and I thought, "That makes sense..." I kept looking at him due with a sense of nostalgia-- the ability to "be out" and enjopy the day for what it was, without worrying what one may catch. No matter how many people passed by he would not break his concentration nor his stance. he never lifted an eyelid or tried to place the mask back on his face. It looked like the bond between him and the sun was sacred and he was guaranteed protection. With his power stance, his eyes shut tight, and his wide smile- it even looked like he was lost in a conversation with our giant star and was trying to negotiate a deal. I think he was winning..... Photographed in Woodside, Queens.
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50 Days
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Tomorrow marks 50 days since I have been under quarantine. March 12 was the last day I physically went to work. Coincidentally, the following day- the first day of quarantine, fell on a Friday the 13th. To be honest, this whole quarantine feels like one long unlucky day. But, then again, I can't rea lly say that since I have air in my lungs and I possess the ability to speak/hear my loved ones. There have been so many lives lost and so many scary moments that have been close calls--butl am glad that I have also been able to see a movement where strangers look out for each other, where Mother Nature has been able to heal itself, where empathy& advocacy towards mental health is on the forefront of everyone's minds, and where creative expression has been thriving. Here's to you, to me, to us ... and to light at the end of the tunnel, whenever that may be ... Photo taken on: 4.28.2020, Woodside, Queens
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The Essentials
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According to Merriam-Webster, Underdog, un•der•dog (noun) is defined as: 1. A loser or predicted loser in a struggle or contest./ NYC is one of the few cities where mom-and-pop shops can still compete against the big box stores that have turned the country into a never ending strip mall. Bodegas are not only a staple of this grand city, but they also serve as a landmark to reassure you that you're almost home. With a pandemic waging war on the economy, the scales are tipped even further in Goliath's favor. This is the face of a local 'David'. He sits at the entrance of his bodega in my Queens neighborhood, surrounded by homemade precaution signs, braving danger for his livelihood clutching onto a fading remnant of a community many call home. #supportlocaIbusinesses Photo taken in Woodside, Queens
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The Essentials
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I spoke to this gentleman and I forgot to ask his name. He saw me photographing and we started to have a discussion while the train was at a halt. "It's empty," he said. "But, there are some people who still have work in the city and then need to go home." We both knew he was one of those people. We discussed about how empty the trains have been and how it is a good thing, it's easier to control the interactions and enforece social distance. He worried about getting the Corona Virus. He has a wife and children to go gome to every night. I hope that wherever he is, his health is intact as well as his family's Photos taken at LIRR Station 61st stop. Woodside, Queens
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COVID-19 Experience, Photographs, Woodside (New York, N.Y.)
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The Essentials
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I spoke to this gentleman and I forgot to ask his name. He saw me photographing and we started to have a discussion while the train was at a halt. "It's empty," he said. "But, there are some people who still have work in the city and then need to go home." We both knew he was one of those people. We discussed about how empty the trains have been and how it is a good thing, it's easier to control the interactions and enforece social distance. He worried about getting the Corona Virus. He has a wife and children to go gome to every night. I hope that wherever he is, his health is intact as well as his family's Photos taken at LIRR Station 61st stop. Woodside, Queens
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COVID-19 Experience, Photographs, Woodside (New York, N.Y.)
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Finally, a stroll
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March 18. 2020: I finally took a strol l around the neighborhood. I managed to squeeze in sometime before an on line work-related meeting. Looking out the window wasn't enough. In fact, it was torturing me. On a beautiful, sunny, near-perfect-weather day, with history in the making all around, I was jonesing to shoot. To not photograph felt like I was sitting inside Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Tell-Tale Heart'. I didn't kill anyone. Nor have I been contemplating it. But, to not go out and photograph has the same taunting and haunting effect as the heartbeat in Poe's 1843 tale. Photographed in Woodside & Jackson Heights, Queens
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Finally, a stroll
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March 18. 2020: I finally took a strol l around the neighborhood. I managed to squeeze in sometime before an on line work-related meeting. Looking out the window wasn't enough. In fact, it was torturing me. On a beautiful, sunny, near-perfect-weather day, with history in the making all around, I was jonesing to shoot. To not photograph felt like I was sitting inside Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Tell-Tale Heart'. I didn't kill anyone. Nor have I been contemplating it. But, to not go out and photograph has the same taunting and haunting effect as the heartbeat in Poe's 1843 tale. Photographed in Woodside & Jackson Heights, Queens
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Finally, a stroll
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March 18. 2020: I finally took a strol l around the neighborhood. I managed to squeeze in sometime before an on line work-related meeting. Looking out the window wasn't enough. In fact, it was torturing me. On a beautiful, sunny, near-perfect-weather day, with history in the making all around, I was jonesing to shoot. To not photograph felt like I was sitting inside Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Tell-Tale Heart'. I didn't kill anyone. Nor have I been contemplating it. But, to not go out and photograph has the same taunting and haunting effect as the heartbeat in Poe's 1843 tale. Photographed in Woodside & Jackson Heights, Queens
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