Here are the driving/walking directions to find anything in Atlanta:
Follow Peachtree Street until it intersects Peachtree Street NW, then turn right and stay on Peachtree Street NW until it mysteriously becomes Peachtree Street SW, then turn south onto Peachtree Boulevard, staying on it until the junction with Peachtree Circle. Stay in the right lane until you reach what you think is your destination at the intersection of Peachtree Street NE, Peachtree Avenue B12, and Peachtree Lane. Then, realizing you (and your phone) have no clue where you are, ask someone who doesn’t look like tourist which direction to go.
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Location: New York City.
Upon buying my ticket, I had no idea what to expect. The security at the entrance was the same as what you’d find at an airport; shoes off, all possessions in the bin for an X-ray, and me standing in the booth with hands in the air as I got scanned…
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For the second day in a row I ate breakfast at the same diner near the hotel. It is a combination deli/buffet/bakery. This meant I could start the day by filling up with a nice heavy meal, then carry out a giant chocolate chunk cookie for later. There would be a lot of walking again today, so I was convinced I needed a few extra calories to burn.
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This is the city. It’s really big, it’s really crowded, and it’s plumb full of really tall buildings. That said, if you like taking pictures, and are willing to sit on a train for 17 hours due to the fact you tend to do things at the last minute, this is the place to be.
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I had never been to the Amtrak station in Pittsburgh, but the turn-by-turn directions from my phone got me to a nearby parking garage without incident. I asked the attendant for directions to the train station which was only a block away. This would be the first of dozens of times I would ask a stranger for directions over the next few days…
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La Strada: Italian Street Photography.
At first glance, this book seemed to follow the pattern of many photography compilations; a mix of great shots that can stand on their own even when removed from the context of the book, and shots that seem to simply document the people and location of the era. On successive views, however, the boundary lines become more vague.
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This was my first trip to the Cleveland museum and I had been looking forward to it for a few months. It is noticeably larger than the museum here in Columbus, and the exhibits are much more varied…
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The Book Loft is a giant discount book store in Columbus. It’s in an old building with 32 tiny rooms rooms connected via a maze of tiny, seemingly random hallways and doorways. The photography section is tucked away in a remote corner of the second floor (this store has a lot of remote corners), and it’s contents are often a source of inspiration.
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The room pictured here is usually empty, as it’s apparently meant only for ‘events’, but there always seems to be a few people walking in to look out the window. As you can tell from previous posts, I’ve been fascinated with this big empty room with wood floors and a huge glass wall which lets light flood in. On previous visits I concentrated on the shadows and highlights created on the floor itself, choosing to block the actual window from the frame. This time, however, I thought the entire room should be in the shot. With camera at the hip, and using the flippy-screen, I pretended to be fiddling with my phone while the maintenance guy crossed the floor with his mop, and paused to rest, completing the shot. I wish I had included a little more of the ceiling at the top of the shot.
And, as always, I’ve included a couple ‘legs’ shots ;-)
Location: Green Bank WV.
Barely awake, I wiped a small amount of spit from my cheek. I was relieved to find none on my shirt. I’m not sure how long I slept, but Aaron was still sleeping in the driver’s seat, and all of the people previously getting water from the road-side natural spring were gone.
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