1/16/2017 - 36 views and 1 comment. Missed the mark for most but it's nice to see Paul still poking around on DPC.
1/17/2017 - Thanks to those who took a moment, studied my essay, and left a thoughtful comment. It’s very satisfying to know my effort stimulated thought. That’s why I’m drawn to this genre of photography. The photographs we capture are a small piece of our observed reality. By organizing images in a certain order, a larger more complex story is created. When done well the audience will ask questions, interpret the implied relationships, and make the story uniquely their own. There is no correct response or interpretation and for me that’s the beauty of story telling.
You touched a very sensitive cord in me with this essay Henry.
You pictured NYC in some of these images, the NYC as you perceive it not living here but so recognizable though: yes "that feeling" that some of us have and throws us down the steps to a frightening unknown place.
Yes, we are mighty out of touch here from the pulse of the country but the city remains strong and shiny.
The mannequin might say it all; blindfolded, we are not alone.
The first portrait of the eternal worried man, same man that was crushed in 1929 for different reasons is a great addition to the essay.
We are left now to try to decipher the scribbling on the subway windows!
Even though many of the images have a proud dignified "feel" the music and the entire collection of photographs left me with a very heavy heart. It seemed so appropriate that the last photograph leaves us headed down to a darker place. Beautiful photographs of a very sad time in America.
I had to look up what Pauls comment means in my English wordbook, so I found out that it's to the point. I can't say it any better.
I also love the idea of the quotations.
It's a very U.S.American essay- but any viewer can understand it, it's like a witness to history
Masterful. If there is a Wiki entry for A Picture being worth A Thousand Words, this essay should be linked there. In the context, each of these pictures is a thousand words.
Great restraint, Henry. I especially admire the inclusion of just a couple of faces among all the anonymous figures. It's poetry, where the withheld sentiments amplify the sentiments fully expressed, and both the expressed and the implied emerge the stronger and more memorable for that restraint, as does the whole.
Perfect choice of music, which provided a great guide to both tone and optimum duration.