Open Road

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Open Road

Late Night JC Nostalgia

Recently I moved from Jersey City, to the woods an hour north. Being so fond of urban vivacity, it's been an extremely difficult transition for me. Even though I know it's temporary, and only a stepping-stone to a greater and new place, I can't help being discomposed. Even though it is beautiful and peaceful here, perhaps somewhere I would vacation, I can't help but feel guiltily unhinged. Industrial landscape, decay, unkempt humanity, and around the clock ghetto nonsense were, without reason, my serenity. The sound of section 8 Olivia panhandling outside my window in the morning has now become a song of birds. Strange 3am door-to-door knockoff perfume salesmen are nowhere to be found; it's so quiet here, the sound of an icicle dropping from the trees into a bed of snow becomes powerful. Late at night, when all I have is my breath and what now seems like an obnoxiously loud sound of my keyboard, I am left with a feeling of nostalgia for JC. I decided to fill this void by revisiting a bank of personal night shots of my old neighborhood, that I never seemed to have time for. Perhaps working on a few images here and there may keep me sane; a reflection of my time there that will feasibly ease me into this new reticent life.

Window Shopping

In a Wells

West