There is a poetry in action, in movement, in the relationship of things.  We dance to that music, flirting with a world we do not see.  Horror and beauty bound into the same object at the same time.  Our eyes are glazed.  We look away towards our destinations.

The pictures around us are provided titles, signs, punch-lines without laugh-tracks.  God is mischievous and ironic and all about.

pictured right here

“YOU”

sheltered from rain

“YOU”

with all New York

“YOU”

with everyone

“YOU”

Lower East Side Bus Shelter (BlackBerry Camera)

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

The beauty is that the camera is always there for that moment or place or movement or face.  The fear is that the eye, the frame, the subject, the meaning might not rise to a height which makes a low-res life something you want to really SEE.  I mean, you walked past it before, right?

Construction Site, Ludlow Below Houston Street (BlackBerry Camera)

Who takes the time to plan a painting on an abandoned wall and executes it under cover of dark, knowing that in a year, or a month, or a week, or a day, or even an hour later, it will be gone with perhaps no one ever seeing it?

Bowery Street below Delancey Street (Pentax Optio 60)

Sticker, 4×4 inches.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

So much of what was permanent is gone.  So much of what was temporary remains.

Who knows, but maybe a low-res life is just as important as whatever else we imagine there is just around the corner…

Anthony Riddle/Ras No One

Williamsburg Bridge Brooklyn (BlackBerry Camera)

East 2nd Street East of Avenue A (BlackBerry Camera)

.

.

.

.

.