and i don’t know if i even know who invited me to first attend (i suspect earl) or exactly when i realized that i must take a picture of everything happening there. but it’s come to mark an event that i must take my camera out for, and also an unofficial start of summer.
i think for all the parties and street scenes and whatnot that i’ve taken in, it’s probably dance africa that i can say that i really started to find my kind of “style” of taking pictures; if i could be so pretentious (why stop now?).
the whole celebration that would happen around that time. the clothes vendors, the food vendors. the dance routines from the local high schools. …
the brooklyn academy of music itself.
and good, too, because i now know what i’m doing when i get to a new city or something like that: here’s where i’m taking pictures, here’s how i’m taking them; that kind of thing. to the point where it kind of informs how i even vacation.
(never really been a sightseeing kind of person. always kind of prefer just kind of blending into wherever i visit.)
it even kinda made me appreciate my own place… like when we all woke out of the hibernation of COVID (maybe a bit prematurely). all the street parties where we got to dance and celebrate and breathe all over each other… christ.
good to get pics of everyone feeling a bit more alive again, is what i’m saying.
