Sometimes I look around knowingly that the world is larger than my street. Obligations of job, family, and now COVID, prevent me from the travel I yearn to do and the projects I would love to immerse myself into. But, I am here. My world is what surrounds me everyday. My wife, my son, my job, my friends, my commute, my neighborhood, my streets. It is bigger than I can see and physically larger than my outstretched arms.
Is this a bad thing? I do not come from a wealthy family offering financial support. I have responsibility, to family, to myself.
My world is nowhere and everywhere. It is here.
As a consolation prize you live in the most interesting and photogenic city n the world.
Very true. I have yet to crack that exclusive club of NYC photographers. For some reason, the photo curator at the Museum of the City of New York, will not look at my work. We had appointments and he cancelled them all.After the third cancellation, I just stopped. One day….
One day he will call you 😃
Excellent post!
Thanks Adam!
This is a very moving post.
Thank you Cara.