Living in a new city is incredibly exciting, and something that comes with time is getting the feel of that new city. Seattle is a place with a very well-defined neighborhood structure. Tons has been written about what separates each of these little enclaves, but getting there and seeing it for yourself is really the only way to understand it.
A quick lesson on Seattle geography… and infographics.
A couple weeks ago, Seattle’s International District (ID) was having their annual Dragon Fest. For $2 at each participating restaurant in the neighborhood, patrons get a generous sample of their fare and a chance to breathe in all the sights and smells of the ID. Having never been to this section of town, it was a lot of fun.
Multicolored dragons adorn the streets, Shimmering Chinese characters line the sides of buildings and archways over intersections. It’s amazing to feel so transported only a 20 minute bus ride away from our home.
After a few bites of steamed pork buns, dumplings, dim sum, and gelato, we found ourselves in a garden. Rows of ripening vegetables twisted around gravel pathways. We made our way up higher, past a pig roasting spit and beautiful flowers, to a Japanese garden. Above all the festivities below, with the gentle hum of the nearby I-5, we enjoyed some down time before hopping the bus back home.
Recently my partner and I drove across the country from Massachusetts to our new home on the West Coast — Seattle. Along the way, we found ourselves in places we never thought we’d step foot in. Chicago was an amazing city that felt so cosmopolitan. It’s like a warmer, more spacious version of New York… with a much nicer coast. And the pizza… Okay, so they aren’t that similar.
But one similarity came in how I photographed this city — from the hip. Shooting candid shots of passersby is one of my favorite things, especially when you’re in an environment where people are dressing to be seen. Check out these classic and sometimes quirky views of the “Windy City.”
Philadelphia is much, much more than old brick and cheese steak.
This week, I took my first trip to the Cradle of Liberty; Birthplace of America; Brotherly Love; etc. This was the last major city on the eastern seaboard I hadn’t been to, and I was pretty excited to photograph all the ordinary yet beautiful things in the city that make it a little different than D.C. and Boston, but little did I know how different my view would be.
The Philadelphia Coal Piers, according to Gjfoto, were used to refill ships’ supplies of coal. The ruins are covered in graffiti and progress in a staggered linear fashion, making for a disorienting and beautiful find, right off the highway.
A break in the labyrinth, halfway through.
Sunlight seeps in through breaks in the concrete walls.
Some areas are murals, plastered in detailed works of urban art.
The pier goes on for quite a ways, leading into new corridors and hallways.
Dark tunnels through the pier are covered in bright spray paint.
Secondary secession: the process by which nature reclaims spaces.
The front of the coal pier ruins. Dirt pathways run past this place, where four-wheelers and dirt bikes speed back and forth, leaving tire marks through the trash and graffiti-covered tunnels.
Visited the Boston Common yesterday and was completely blown away by the beautiful blooming trees, tulips, and multiple weddings going on in the park. It was teeming with life and almost surreal.
In editing these, I was really going for something different. My aesthetic is a constantly changing thing, and inspiration can come from anywhere — even a new pair of sunglasses. That’s right, my sunglasses. When I put them on, the bright green leaves against the deep blue sky just popped. When editing, I wanted to mimic this look, and the result made me think I also got some inspiration from fellow WordPress-ing photog Infraredrobert. His work at Digital Infrared is pretty great, and if you like my work here, you’ll certainly get a kick out of his gallery.
Spent the early morning walking around the Back Bay. Thought I was going to do some street portraits (see them here: http://tinyurl.com/ae22ezr), but the springtime sun captured my attention more than I anticipated. Now if we could just get some leaves on the trees….
Urban and rural decay has been one of the most fulfilling photography experiences for me. While a lot of people look at rusted, abandoned, forgotten things and feel a sense of emptiness, for me it’s quite the opposite. These memories have so much in them, and they remind me of an area’s past.
Having grown up in a very rural area, it amazed me when I came to New England’s second largest city to see the type of history left behind. Worcester has a rich past full of industry, immigrants, and diners — all of which have played a vital role in my capturing of it.
Hope you enjoy this collection of some of my best photos of urban decay.