a few dollars to help me buy a new one so I can shoot some more.
A donation of $20 per image grants unrestricted royalty-free distribution. Thanks!
-John.
Flashlights broke the darkness. Many languages crossed the bridge.
Gregory asked me to take his photograph "on this historic night" and send it to him.
The FDR formed a gridlocked ribbon of light on Manhattan's
East side.
Police were stationed every fifty yards on the bridge,
some with flares to guide us.
Unlike most of the others I just turned around and walked
back towards a well lit financial district in a murky lower Manhattan. I
received a phone call from my friend Bob, something about "A party,
its madness, like, tribal, dude what are you doing?." Bob's a pretty
smart guy so I rushed to Ludlow Street.
Where indeed there was a bongo-rific party beyond description
taking place.
Young people, in the street, drinks flowing to the steady
drumming of an impromptu drum line. August 14th will live on in bongo infamy.
Once every decade the bongadeem are called into the darkness by revelevers
seeking the faux-ethnic rythms only the forbidden drum can provide. This
was that night.
Mandolins and Melodicas wandered through the crowd while the three police cars lined up on Stanton gave me light to shoot.
Hundreds of people dance up and down the block, which
was otherwise eerily calm.
