A decent shot. Did on the fly as I was passing through the 42nd Street subterranean metropolis where a number of the subway lines converge. That
I’ve been experimenting with requiring my students to write about their commuting experience, ostensibly from home to campus and back. Of course, there are students who commute to work then to campus and then back to work then to home. I’ve also had students who commuted to campus then to work then back to campus and then home or work, depending. The permutations are infinite (especially keeping in mind students who commute to two jobs in one day).
I’ve been revising and revising trying to introduce this into my feature writing class, going on three semesters now, but the project has been taking shape slowly. The exercise is described as “descriptive,” that is, that the students take detailed notes of their coming and going to campus on the subway. No interviews. Just details. Sights. Smells. What they hear. I tell them to minimize the “I” and “me” as much as they can.
Then they write up the notes for publication. A narrative of some kind should evolve in the transference from steno to page – that’s the plan. I’m considering requiring them to take pictures.
As part of the experiment, I’ve been practicing also. With pictures, that is.
I should have stretched out on the floor. A dollar put in his bowl put a smile on the face of Professor Eduardo Alvarado.
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So-so shot. Was in a rush. Shot fast.
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I need some work. Been a while since I seriously shot street/subway photogs. Have to relearn how to approach people.
Tags: 42nd Street, Commuters, Street photography