Exposition

A feed of the photographs I take, with a little of the story behind them.

9 November 2019 - Downtown Albuquerque

I realize the title of this post might be a little confusing. The month is not a typo, unfortunately. I just got a little behind on my posts. Between Thanksgiving travels and weekend rock climbing trips I found myself with little time to put these posts put together. But, as they say, better late than never; so I’m going back through and retroactively posting from my weekend outings.

This particular photographic outing found me back on the streets of downtown Albuquerque. I often find myself with mixed feelings about shooting downtown. The more and more I visit the more and more I feel like I’m taking the same shots over and over again. But every now and again I end up with a unique shot, just by being in the right place at the right time. I started this trip, as I start most of my downtown trips, by strolling through the transit center. I find it’s a nice place to warm up as there are usually a decent stream of people and the architecture and light can make for some interesting scenes.

A couple shots of the same scene from outside the Greyhound Bus terminal

This image (above) was the last of a series I shot as the woman in the green jacket passed by and the man with the bag left to catch his bus. Below are a few of the images leading up to this. In the end, I ended up choosing the above image from the series as I particularly liked the fact that only the shadow of the man is present in the image.

After a leisurely pass through the transit center I began my walk up Central Ave. through the heart of downtown.

While not the sharpest image, I felt like keeping this one as the shadow of the man’s outstretched hand, with a cigarette between his fingers, felt like one of those unique moments in an often photographed place.

After a lap up and down Central Ave. I decided to head down the streets a little further south to escape the shadows of the taller buildings that obscure the early-setting winter sun.

A melancholy face staring back at me from the bricks of the sidewalk